Joker

Grisly scars twist his lips,

up into a smile.

Perverted jokes and pocket knives,

won't you stay a while?

A purple coat, a snake skin shirt,

his ideal fashion choice.

A sinister laugh that splits him in half,

a high pitched, grating voice.

Screaming, crying citizens,

line his grime filled streets.

They try in vain to escape his game,

but I warn you: do not cheat.

Short tempered, foul, absolutely insane,

just a few words to describe him.

 If you happen to cross his path,

the chance is slim you'll be survivin'.

He's a joker, a clown, a prince of crime,

the man who outsmarted the best.

Wearing a macabre frown as he prowls the town,

evil never rests.