A toast to all the henchmen,
The goons, the dorks, the minions
Who were killed by superheroes
Due to differences of opinions
Between said superheroes
And the employers of the underling throng
Who are alive and well in jail
‘Cause kids, killing is wrong.
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It may not be fun to be a grunt,
A minion, red-shirt, or blackguard,
But you’ll surely be remembered
When one sees your business card!
I wanna be a henchman.
It’s been my only dream
Since I popped out o’ mommy
And I made the doctor scream.
I wanna test inventions
Not safe for normal folks,
To be the head o’ suicide missions
And the butt of all the jokes.
I want a friend named Igor,
Or a dozen, or a horde.
I want to live a life that is
Too short to ever get bored.
I want to be a henchman,
A minion, grunt, or goon,
But I failed my test for Hensa
And couldn’t be certified as a buffoon.
Hence I am a villain,
Respected, hated, feared.
I still hang out with lowlifes
But my henchmen think I’m weird.
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