Love Poem: The Joker
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Written by: Eric Ashford

The Joker

He chose a face
that only his mad mother 
would love.
He painted a tragedy 
upon a crooked grin.

His mask was designed
to mug any real mirth.
His career-path
a honking mockery.

A blundering funster 
who picked-up
a badgering prod,
while he capered
inside distorting mirrors.

When there was no audience
he became the dark intermission,
a curtain drawn 
over a cloaked smirk.

Now we see him 
swaying on street corners,
occasionally cackling,
much crazier now

his hands dripping blood,
but on the upside
he is doing very well
at the box office.