A sinister crimson smile spreads across my lips, thinking wicked thoughts while weapons I equip My inky eyes narrow as I step into the street, I have a dark night ahead & a hero to beat I feel it's time for a new villain to grow, one whose not afraid to watch the blood freely flow I'm going to show them all whose really chief, & never will I suffer any of their grief I ask before I **** them, one last query, "Why so serious?" I laugh viciously, their eyes get teary Then as the blood pours from a fresh cut, I go insane, merely a part of my psychopathic game So here I am, carving smiles into their faces, dicing their flesh into ribbons & laces Waiting for the hero to try & save the day, anticipating a new game for me to play Because around here, you can't just be mediocre They'll see, I'll show them, I am the Joker
My new friend & I became friends over a silly little discussion about the Joker, & it inspired me to write about the Clown Prince of Crime himself.