A/N: Lately, I've been writing poetry. Why? No clue. Either way, I've recently watched "The Dark Knight" and have become obsessed with the Joker. And so, in first period, desperate to escape the boredom of nothingness in a math class where silence is mandatory, I wrote this.
Hah.
They think they've won.
They think I'm done.
But they're wrong.
I've only just begun.
Who are they to say
By what rules I play?
Why don't they see
Life's not that kind of game?
The only sensible way
To live life is ruleless.
The people don't understand.
They're only as good as allowed.
But they can be twisted--
The White Knight, let's say.
He's gone because of how
He's turned towards my way.
Not now, voices, I have to think--
How do we get Batman to come?
His friends are dead--No hard feelings,
But Batman, that was fun.
I'll get my knife, I'm off to all
The detonator in that man.
Maybe I'll give someone scars like mine.
I like this job, I like it!
Hah.
Why so serious?
Reason of the name is because I feel like the Joker was kind of teaching the readers something in this poem. I dunno why; that's how it seems. Reviews, please!