Poems from an Officers Desk

by Streaked with Ink

Dick's secret with the ladies? Poetry. They're suckers for the sensitive guy, he can't wear the tights all the time to get them to chase after him. However not all is mean to be shared, or for pick up lines. But Dick should know better then to leave his personal poems on his desk, their are thieves running around all the time, office and manor. Sorry about lines format issue!

2. Back to Gotham

Back to Gotham, back to my perch

Back to a sky that many birds already roam

Back to where the trapeze carried over its curse

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Back to a place where curses are repeated after they reverse

Back to where Robins are never mourned just replaced by a clone

Back to Gotham, back to my perch

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Back to no matter what sacrifice is made, the madness gets worse

Back to where the Clown Prince sits on his thrown

Back to where the trapeze carried over its curse

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Back to the start of my most heroic of verse

Back to the first chance at hope I had known

Back to Gotham, back to my perch

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Back to the place where half of the cars are a hearse

Back to the place that lingered in black tone

Back to where the trapeze carried over its curse

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Back to where a duo had long since rehearsed

Back to the place that will forever be home

Back to Gotham, back to my perch

Back to where the trapeze carried over its curse