Meet the Joker: Diary of a Madman
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Some people tell me
"Jack, you're sadistic"
Why's that?!
Are you counting the satistics
Of deaths
That have been at my hands
Or the liptstick...
I'm happy
Thought a permanent smile would represent it
You say that I'd be
Better off in Arkham
A clinic is where you need to be
To live the days
Of your sentences
Who thought that out
Put me with apprentices
And followers with like-minded hobbies and
Dependencies
Murder, murder
What a fun activity
A real hunter doesn't use the bars
Of captivity
I'll tell your will
And your skin
Elas-ticity
And how resilient
Your body is to
Acidity
Now that I think about it
You may have a
Point
All I think about is mangling joints
Strangle and
Hoist
Anybody who is able a voice
Against me
Choice
None
That's the recipe
For getting messy
I've let Harley go to work
I find it really sexy
When she . . .
Pulls machetes out her purse
When getting testy
Feel a little froggy?
Bruce Wayne couldn't best me
And he's got a billion dollars
In the bank I'm really pesky
I'll find you in your crib
Home alone like Joe Pesci
And paint your house red
Turn your flesh to spaghetti
Gotham, city is so beautiful
In autumn
It's even better when you strap
The bombs that you brought
To the columns of the bottoms of the GPD offices
And set the fuse off
In one of their carcasses
The best defense is really good
Offenses
And mine is pure evil
And stronger where the
Loses is
Do you think that you're
A villian
Seen a million faces come
And go, but me?
I remain
Resilient
I've learned one thing
Sanity is ineffecient
The key to success?
Never have a limit
Don't you understand?
I need the Batman
For every good samaritan
You need an equal
Mad Man
Brain in the gutter
It's a trash can
Split you down the middle
It's a bloodsport like
Van Dame
Man damn, sorry that
Your sidekick had to go
Robin, another one of my
Tricks had to blow
But it's better like this
You and me
Running rampantly
Through the community
Truthfully never was a fan
Jealousy and lunacy
Are things I need to work on
Look at what you do to me . . .
I can always come home from
Tomfoolery
And wonder does the Batman
Dream of all my crudities?
I hope so
Otherwise my work is fruitlessly
You without me
A unity
Is this love?
Could it truly be?
You and I
Are like raincoats in jubilee