Why so serious?A Poem by horror masterA poem on Heath Ledgers The Joker
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 in 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 others I looked mysterious. Tell me what do you see What are the colours 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! © 2015 horror masterReviews
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2 Reviews Added on February 7, 2015 Last Updated on February 7, 2015 Authorhorror mastercape town, South AfricaAboutI'm an alternative young man. my passion is writing horror and psychological thriller stories. i aspire to be a author. To me i find writing very thereputic and i recommend anyone who is suffering fro.. more..Writing
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