Jared Leto, as The Joker,
Made “Suicide Squad” tolerable.
Joaquin Phoenix, as The Joker,
Made his film a billion-dollar-able
Heath Ledger, as The Joker,
Took the Oscar world by storm
And Jack Nicholson, as The Joker,
Was creepy, as per the norm.
Cesar Romero, as The Joker,
Was a true comedic villain.
With nothing but his voice
Mark Hamill made The Joker chilling.
Looking at this track record
All I have to say
Is maybe… (bear with me) maybe…
Joker’s an easy roll to play?
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Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
This poem is boring;
Let’s see what a PhD will do…
Rosoideae are vermillion,
Their brethren, cyan.
I choose to eschew the quotidian
Because, demonstrably, I can.
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When I was a kid
I saw a film that changed my life
About a team of athletes
Who were suffering from strife.
They were not good at basketball
So they hired a dog to play.
If a dog can win a championship
Why not elect it, eh?
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Calling someone squeamish
Is more complex than it may seem.
After all, when was the last time
You called someone a squeam?
If someone is Spanish,
Sorta shy-ish, or whatnot
You know exactly what they are
But what’s a squeam?
…
…
…
That’s what I thought!
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I’m not a competitive person
Like my girlfriend, Eleanor.
We laugh about how competitive she is
But I always laugh more.
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Perfectionists are bad at limbo
But not because it’s tough…
They spend the game complaining
That the bar’s not high enough.
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Today I made money
By performing tasks.
That’s why this poem’s late and bad
In case anybody asks.
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I am not the clothes I wear.
I’m not the style of my hair.
I’m not my height or weight or style,
Neither my scowl nor my smile.
All these things that you can see
Mean nothing to that which is me.
I’m what I do, or so I’ve found;
My body’s just to get around.
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