The Jokerman Poem


The Jokerman
Laughing away, now isn’t it fun?
The Jokerman’s life has begun.
I see behind his smiling face.
He doesn’t want to reveal a trace.
What he’s done gave birth to grief.
On my knees, I pray for relief.
Beneath his hat, parted in three,
Unforgiving eyes glance back at me.
Fear is the weapon he uses for fun,
And he shoots it out of his ominous gun.
To avoid being hit, I run through the halls.
My ears hear his laughter off of the walls.
He’s cornered me now and what can I do?
I really feel as if I’m stuck like glue.
Oh, Joker man why do you do this.
He aims and fires, at least it’s a miss.

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