The Killing Joke (Lazarus Joker series revisited)

Joker Series

So they ask me “Why so serious” no man should take himself that solemn in this life

for heaven’s sake let’s see if we can put a smile on that face but wait, Is it the scars that frighten you my dear, don’t worry just remnants of life’s battle field I had to sacrifice my queen to be King Sampson a jester of sorts to cohorts I yield a tongue twisting protective shield against any force or entity that enters my space, do I look like I have a plan? Just look at this face

they patiently wait for the punchline and conclusion but there is none, just way more confusion to prepare the muse for the horrific outcome of this beautiful disaster meticulously time consuming work produces results faster,  my master plan is that of poetic genius they just can’t imagine the consequence or significance of this prose that imposes will onto you forcibly  amongst the young and vulnerable to the world I’m just your average comedian of the watchmen that had a bad day so this upside down frown is a permeant display on my face no pun intended… just a paranoid schizophrenic anti- sociopath of this dooms day disaster ok, let me write a little faster maybe it’s just a faze

when I was paralyzed on the stage was a plus reflecting the absurdity of  life and love punitive and communal She’s the giggle at a funeral all the  random injustice the rash phenomenon of the world perceived through rose colored glasses so let’s make an amends “Have you meet this guy, he doesn’t have any friends” The actuality of the ills of the world sadistic and sadomasochistic unseen by society but frequent in all reality the actuality of sinful morning and hypocritical responses of grandeur makes me queasy I wish they would all take off the masks of deception and show the real face of each individual…

 

Whatever doesn’t kill you …simple makes you…Stranger the absolute danger of  an ongoing anecdote A Divine Comedy written by Dante in 1308 God is laughing at the greatest magic trick ever pulled taking off the mask and removing my hood I overstood society’s impurities for money, power, and greed I plead with my subconscious daily a routine in broad daylight but never really seen I hide behind flash smiles and light meaningless convos wishing for aggressive expansion living in a one room shack pretending it’s a mansion can they fathom sleep for dinner

Sprinkles are for winners- she couldn’t take the pain anymore of the mundane bore accidently wasting her time playing with her mind can drive any regular dame insane but what’s in name?

I guess everything you need to get to know me I have simple taste but expensive dreams high expectations and very low patience waiting for greatness to take hold and show the world the true color of gold grossly beautiful and radically bold I predict fates by mistake holding a handful of all the same card I guess Jokers are wild, don’t look at him, look at me this face is all you should see, let’s cry now and laugh later a plan of attack that’s simply greater any man will and can be pushed to the very brink of….. No I’m not, I’m just ahead of the curve so revenge is a cold dish served I preserve the freedom of speech only a comic book can teach

although random and tragic this is the results of playing with magic I walk destitute among the living hiding in plain sight to withstand the fright having a true calling like the villain in se7en marking my territory so become wrath and let’s put a conclusion to this story so now who wants to join me? because this ongoing joke is killing them…softly