Arkham Asylum
Let the joker rest.
Let the cackles
of his wicked laugh
echo
off stone walls.
Let the Joker’s
riddles go unsolved.
He only thinks
he knows the answers.
Let the inhabitants
ponder their deeds.
Let the residents
see their lives
are one act plays
But streets of Gotham
are safe for now.
Although ill minds
make them do
what they do
listen to their pleas
and walk away.
Copyright © Mike Bayles | Year Posted 2023
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