The Joker’s Disease

 

So am I crazy?
Maybe so, I don’t know

I like to start last so I can grab you from behind
The psychopathic tendencies
of a well-endowed mind

You think I’m crazy?
Maybe so, I think so too
I made unnecessary quips like you wanted me to do

In sickness and in health
But all I know is the sickness
For richer or for poor,
But all I have are these visions

Do I look crazy?
Maybe so, can’t you see?
I’m the unnecessary joke like you wanted me to be.

Is this affection?
This unorthodox connection?
Well, It’s not of my intention
I don’t want to cause affliction

Am I crazy?
Maybe so, just like you
I made unnecessary tricks like you wanted me to do.

If you don’t want me anywhere around,
All you have to do is say,
If you don’t want to hear my sound,
Then tell me, I guess, it’s okay

Aren’t you scared of what you’re about to find?
And you told me that you mind
Have I found my Harley Quinn?
Or just someone I’m not akin

-The DementED

You may also want to check out my previous poem: Savior Syndrome

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