A/N: Just to let you know, FFN editor fails at formatting this document. C'mon, it looked much better when I posted it on Facebook and Scribd!
Q:
Doesn't this belong on FictionPress?
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I made a versatile/hybrid poem.
Meaning: I can.
I was thinking of The Joker.
Factored in his cocky attitude, then bam!
Yes, he did inspire this.
Driving far out of this town- escaping disenchantment.
Hear their beckoning.
Watch them burn.
This town is collapsing.
Ashes fall,
Descending like snow flakes on the winter solstice.
Emotion's expelled,
Oh what a tragic tale!
You'd turn back on this devastation, wouldn't you?
Why bother?
You stole their lives, bask in the glory.
You've earned it.
You're the escape artist.
They will forever remain buried like statues brought to the ground.
Their errors suite you well.
What a 'fantastic' example of the perfect model they have so carefully crafted in their lifespan.
Learn from their mistakes.
They're nothing more than a few gravestones.
You're much more than that.
Call it corruption,
Extortion,
A venality of power.
Let this be a lesson for the expelled:
The escape artist never fails.