Joker’s Big Chase
He’s coming for me, walking me down
His breath, even, purposeful
Filling the back of my neck with side-splitting
Goosebumps, gaining on me
A physical specimen of
Pure, dark, righteous rage
All this over a fire-bombed children’s hospital?
Oh how I delight in pushing his buttons!
The things I do to gain his attention
I’m not sure if he’ll pummel me
With his bat-whatever
Before I reach my clown-nosed hot-air balloon
Filled with arsenic-cream pies
But by-golly this is damn-good sport!