A sagacious & sinister grin he bares,
As he spends a sojourn with his Sins.

The police may have taken him in,
But I ask, who really wins?

He awaited as the picture played,
Perceiving the perpetual pestilence of the putrid people - He sought to be plagued.

"It is sick!" - He stated, as he fulfilled his fate.
It is sick, what he did on that very date.

Not a man, but a mouse that opened fire that day.
A worm, now squirming in a court room to have his say.

Actions speak louder than words, and we have already heard your statement,
You are a Joker that deserves to be broken, in which Death is the only treatment.