Shards fell from the mirror frame
Here goes seven years of bad luck
And yet Liz saw this as an opportunity
Too often lately life had attacked her
Tommy died in the motorcycle accident
Eventually she had lost the house
Recovering from the depression was almost the worst part
Even now it peaked out from behind her eyes, but she blinked it away
Deftly she scooped up the shards and arranged them artfully to reflect her new life
Floundering for a reason to groan on,
I grabbed the microphone for the halibut.
Salmon people, swim with me here.
How can I tuna this stand-up routine any better?
You can kiss my bass you clowns!
Being a creature of the night he stalks his prey
Always dealing out his form of justice
To Gotham’s various miscreants
Marking his territory in humanity’s cesspool
Arkham’s angel and devil, loved and despised
Never to find peace in this life
Best to keep thinking about the prize
Even if it’s so far away
Given the journey will be a difficult one
Imagine the stories that you will have to tell
Now go out there and ….
Just close your eyes and do it
Unless your mother ever gave you that speech
Mom loves the whole bridge analogy
Perhaps if there was a train coming though….
Sitting amid the chaos of his desk
Ian surveyed his life with a simple glance
Many pieces of paper that made up his existence
Played among other scraps from other peoples’ lives
Leaving his desk a chaotic world of its own
Ian questioned how he should approach this task
For there were so many ways this could go badly
Yet a match was such a satisfying answer…