Poems of the Batman part 2
So this guy shows up to our Poetry slam and it turns out he is an accredited Agent of the Illuminati.
So we are drinking and he starts to recite
Twinkle, Twinkle Little Bat!
How I wonder what you’re at!
Up above the world you fly
Like a signal in the sky
Glower, glower mannish bat
Wherever are you hidden at
In a mansion or a cave?
like The Spirit in a Grave?
Detect, Detect, Detective Bat
Find the poison, Seize the gat
take the dagger, the garrotte
Over Criminals stand and Gloat
But as the night grew dark he in turn grew somewhat maudlin, and he finished off with the following
WHAAAA!
They mess you up, mommy and daddy. When they get shot by some baddy They mess you up, so very badly By getting killed down in Crime Alley
The string of pearls, the macho pop Threats are hurled, bullets pop, pop, pop Out the shadows with glock to Kill Steps the villain named Joe Chill
Man hands on misery to man. Like beatings from a vigilante I Live alone, as vengeance commands And only Alfred can stand me
I don’t know who this Alfred cat is, but I think it’s nice that in this cruel and callous world someone so obviously traumatized, sadistic, and with an unhealthy leather fetish can find another person to care for them.
Anyway, later when he left some homeless guy asked him for a dollar — it was after 10 p.m which is against ordinances in our municipality. He flew off the lid and shouted “you will pay for that criminal scum” and nearly killed the guy, a couple of us had to pull him off.
Then he got into the most expensive looking car I have ever seen in my life!
Rich people huh?
This report was posted by IG Agent 77, after attending a local poetry reading at a secret Illuminati Ganga Tribal House Cafe.