Behind the Joker

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fan Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

A poem about the Joker. Please comment.

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! 

Submitted: December 07, 2014

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Joker, The Clown Prince Of Crime

oh an autobiography. i can autograph that for you. with love, your killer, The Joker AAAAAHHHHhahahahahahahaHAHAAAAA!!!

Sun, May 8th, 2016 1:39am

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