Why So Serious?

 

Coming at you

With a simple blade,

I grin to your awareness

Of my own presence,

Delighted to see that you’re

Enjoying this ‘rather eventful show’.

Spinning the blade around and around,

I point it at you and ask,

“Why so serious?”
I wait for an answer,

Yet don’t hear a peep.

I ask again, yet with a

Low, sulky deep voice,

Twisting my blade

Towards your face.

“Why so serious?”

I don’t hear a thing,

Shrugging with a smirk

As I lips my lips side to side;

A quirky habit that will never die.

Then I give up, laughing as I say,

“Let’s put a smile on that face!”,

Seeing your blood splatter

Across the floor and across you face.

 

…..now here’s my card;

I want to meet the batman.   

 

 

Author's Note

I was just inspired by a joker drawing on DeviantArt.

Reviews

[Victoria Chang]

The guy on the picture, assuming that I am correct, is the teardrop killer. And this poem describes exactly who he is.