Walking with a sadistic smile
His green hair swishing in the wind
Many think he is senile
In fact, he is just ahead.
He faked his death to kill
And laughs at mortal torture
None could match his wit and skill
For he is The Agent of Chaos.
Hated and hated by his father
Cruelly isolated from his wife
A life to kill, he won't bother
To 'know' his victim with his knife.
His father was a drinker
And a fiend too, if he might add
Comes home even more cranky
And laughs at his helpless wife as he kills.
His father turns to him with the knife
Why So Serious, Son?
The little boy was scared;
Why So Serious, Son?
Lets put a smile on that face!
He sticks the blade in his mouth;
He must endure the scars
That will break his marriage.
Now he is still alive, as a King
In the Underground of Gotham City
Known as the JOKER in his trade,
The King shows no pity.
Like it? I am a diehard fan of the Joker and the Batman.
I love the joker and his MADNESS
"Madness, as you know, is like gravity. All it takes is a little push. "
―The Joker
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The Joker
FanfictionA tribute to the Joker (Played by Heath Ledger RIP) A poem about the Joker's life and madness “I believe… whatever doesn’t kill you simply makes you…stranger.” -The JOKER
