The Joker

“The Joker”

The joker’s smile is hard and grim,
Hiding the boyishness left in him.

His crown ill-fits his adolescent head.
His eyes hide the tears for friends who are dead.

He swaggers proudly as he walks
And boasts and gestures wildly as he talks.

The Glock in his hand says what he needs to say.
Death and silence—just another day.