I wrote this poem on a whim in the middle of the night when I couldn't sleep, so it may be kinda weird…
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And I do not own anything that has to do with Batman and all that so yeah.
Insane clown
The trickster of all tricksters
One laugh
One game
In the Joker's first refrain
No care for appearance or glory
No history to his face
He roams the streets of Gotham
Not knowing what to seek
No courtesy
No friends
In the Joker's endless refrain
Terrorize and intimidate
And all with
Playing cards at his
Heels
In the Joker's anguished refrain
The moon hangs low
The shadow of the bat signals the
Dark Knight
To ride out and save the people
Once more
On a high-tech steed
And with a ninja-inspired persona
The pychotic killer cackles and spits on the ground
Who needs another hero
When the Joker is here to bring the city of Gotham to its knees?
And yes, someone will always lose...
But why can't you have some fun before all goes to hell?
Come on out Batman
It's time to play his version of
Russian Roulette
Where every chamber has a heart-wretching
Bullet
Waiting
Especially for you
And yet, Gotham is grateful for its ebony
Nobleman
But gratefullness can only get you
So far
In this foolish game where the stakes are always raised.
He clenches a fist
Stuffs it in his mouth
To hide from the emotion he
Denied so long ago
Frozen
Sirens wail like angry jaguars
He smiles
One grin
One man
In the Joker's final refrain.