- Dedicated to Alan Moore and Brian Bolland
One Bad Day
By StoryCrafter12
It all started when I walked out on my job.
I had dreams of being a comedian – a star!
I had dreams of performing and making people laugh,
But sadly, my dreams didn't go very far.
I tried and I tried, but just couldn't catch a break.
I had a wife to support, and a child on the way.
I needed money for food and the rent.
I had to do something, anything to pay.
So I got involved with these shady fellows.
They were planning a job, and I wanted in.
If I helped, part of the score would be mine
And I'd never have to worry about money again.
Cops came looking for me the day of the heist.
There'd been a terrible accident – my wife was dead…
Stricken with grief, I tried to back out,
But with the crime I was forced to go ahead.
I met my associates later that night,
And they gave me this red mask to cover my face.
We broke into the plant where I once worked
And I led them through that awful place.
But my cohorts and I ran into security.
A shootout – bang bang! The crooks were dead in a snap.
Terrified and trembling, I attempted to flee,
And ran right into a vigilante's trap.
The man dressed like a bat ordered me to surrender.
"It's a mistake!" I cried. "Please let me go!"
But then I tripped – a guardrail gave way
And I tumbled into the chemicals below.
Outside, I was washed away to safety.
But my skin – God, It burned! Something in the water, perhaps?
I ripped off my mask, saw what the chemicals had done…
…
And that's when I started to laugh…
And laugh…
And laugh…