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le Joker Joker Poem
slayorus posted on Apr 10, 2013 at 03:11AM
Thought I share a poem I wrote about the Joker:
Why So Serious? By: Kenneth C Luna Why so serious; Is it my scars that make me mysterious? My father was a drinker; He wasn’t much of a thinker. He goes off crazier than ever; Thinking he’s so clever. He sticks his knife by my cheek; Carves my face before I shriek. It doesn’t hurt no more; Isn’t this a face you can adore? No longer had I looked serious; To other’s I looked mysterious. Tell me what do you see; What are the colors on me? Green is seen in my hair; Its all natural I swear. White is my war paint; Please, don’t fall into a faint. Red is painted upon my smile; It can be seen from a mile. Purple suit is what I like; It’s what I wear when I’m going to strike. You can tell me what you see; Now that you know the colors of me. I had a wife beautiful like you; Who said I was always too blue. She told me I should smile more; But instead went to gamble to the core. Gambling Sharks came for their money; I felt sorry for what they did to my honey. They carved her beautiful face; So I carved mine in the same place. So do I look mysterious; Why so serious? I got my knife in place; Let’s put a smile on that face! |
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