(And now a poem from Loki to Tony Stark)
Why is it you always break your toys Mr. Stark?
Is it because you never found your way out of the dark?
Mother and Father never came back so at yourself you hack and hack.
Alcohol and risky one night stands, and everything ends up broken in your hands.
You play it cool while everyone thinks you're a fool, a tool to be used and there for take all the blame.
Your friends have all decided it would be best if they divided, because united you only caused them pain.
How long before that mechanical heart of yours stops giving off a living light? And who would miss you once you're out of sight? You stay an Iron man because you are a sad man, a selfish man, a destructive man a careless machine
driving himself into the ground.