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Scar-casam
I'm a man with simple tastes for dynamite, gasoline and knife
Knife shows who people really are in their last moments….. you see, it… uh, It lets you learn.
Guns aren’t that clean. So, I am not that much into guns.
I am your only entertainment who expects mayhem as returns
I set fire to everything but I don’t do it for stunts
I am amidst a social experiment to prove “everything burns!”
Schemes you made to endless state
backed with the vision to illustrate.
But, you can never stop me because you got theories to equate.
I am a Civilian’s distress which is at spate.
And it is going to get much more crazier than you anticipate.
Am I a guy with plans? Ha ha ha ha
Planning is uh, a crime.
Rules you offer isn’t worth ma time
because life without rules is sensible and fine.
To me disorder and chaos makes the perfect rhyme.
To add to anarchy your plans help me cross the line.
Am an agent of chaos…. and you know the thing about chaos? It's fair! and divine!
I take your plan and turn it on itself
Then I sit back and enjoy watching inhabitants loose their minds
I m no mysterious.
You have seen me broadcast terror in open.
They call me a mad genius
with one question: “Y so serious?”
What is it about?
Is it the make up which makes me look furious?
Or is it the scars?
Well, there was an old mayor and his personals whom I used to abhor.
One day, I blew their bodies off with their respective cars.
So, they put me behind the bars.
There I met an officer with no class
who said I owed him his brother whom I had killed in the past.
Right on my throat he placed a piece of glass.
I said “let’s maintain decorum and deal this with peace and may be some ease”
But schemers, u see, they.. uh, act too fast
He slits me across and thinks he killed me
Why don’t they realize they aren’t god or any angel?
Whatever doesn’t kill you simply makes u a stranger
What do people think?
I survived but he din after he blinked
….. Alas!
But he did cut the left side of ma lip at last
I looked sad said the other inmate’s cast
So, I cut the right side of ma lip and painted a smile as a contrast
Now, I see the funny side
they don’t put me behind the bars
They are all aware how I got these scars
Ahahahehehehehehehehhheeeeee ……………..
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Saumesh Bangera's Copyright:
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Registered :: 2012-05-18 14:50:32 UTC
About This Poem
Last Few Words: a tribute to Late Heath Ledger and to his evillest role: The Joker
Review Request Direction:
What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
Ian.T
13 years 5 months ago
Insane
I notice that the odd word or phrase were in bold, had they made a statement in their
completeness I would have loved the whole thing
"everything burns!..chaos...“Y so serious?...is it the scars...Whatever doesn’t kill you simply makes u a stranger...
Maybe it is just a little too near a Cliché.. Just me, Yours Ian.T
insane
13 years 5 months ago
hey Ian!
hey Ian!
Thanks for your comments!