The Mad Killing Poem.

The Summary:

A poem in the point of view of the Joker (Jack Napier / Nolanverse / Jerome Valeska ... whatever).

"Mad Love" & "The Killing Joke" & Poetry = "The Mad Killing Poem".

The Notes:

I'm not necessarily trying to endorse crime and / or illegal activity by the way of this poem (not that it necessarily talks about that kind of stuff in a super blatant sense ... maybe more like "kind of implied"). This poem is based on fictional characters from a fictional world.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

The Work['s] Text:

"Oh, Pudding Pie.
Why does she cry?
Doesn't she know?
That it was only a joke?

My silly little girl,
her mind is off on some whirl.

I'm the crazy one?
I'm the psycho?
Say that you're mine.
Oh, how delightful.

'Off with their heads'.
Soon we'll *all* be dead.

Put on your mask,
put on your cowl.
I'll take the Bat,
you'll take the Owl.

It's not for the money,
it's for our legacy.

Let's paint our lips
with almost every shade of red.
Let's not forget
about all of the enchanting things that we've said.

Sometimes when we're sane,
we still try to pray.
But the prayers of the insane
might sometimes be more desperate, anyway(s).

Terrible chaos
against those that deserved it.
Now I briefly wonder:
'Was it all truly worth it?'

'Maybe',
but my mind is drawn back to another plot.
We're already locked up,
but we just can't seem to stop.

Some kind of a soliloquy?
We'll do, or we'll rot.
A few words for our memory:
'Ha. Ha. Ha.'"

The Notes:

"Let's paint our lips with almost every shade of red" could even be a little bit ambiguous. Hmmm. What are they painting their lips red with? Blood? Lipstick? Hehehe. Again, this is not necessarily an endorsement of any kind(s) of evilness!