Night Shift At Arkham
Arkham
Is not for me
I wish I were writing
But instead I’ve got guard duty
With serial killers and maniacs
Screaming, howling, crying
Joker, Two-Face
Riddler
Why does The Bat
Let these guys stay alive?
But I guess Arkham might be worse
With its leaky pipes and drafty windows
Gruel for every single person
(So I pack my own lunch)
Anyone who
Sees this:
We’re hiring
No wonder the villains
Keep on escaping this prison
We can’t take on more supervillains here
Batman! Send us more employees
If you want the bad guys
To stay put here
Alas,
Time to make rounds
In this cold and dank place
I don’t get paid enough for this
But at least they match my 401k
Only up to a percentage...
But I do get dental!
Uh-oh…Joker’s
Laughing
Copyright © C.W. Bryan | Year Posted 2022
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