on the underground
dressed as a clown
submissive in a way
forfeiting one’s self respect
being made to pay
ill feeling from the suited ones
intolerance and jealousy
a tension and a rancour
and an open breach disloyalty
the men unsympathetic
taking umbrage to his look
and, why was he laughing
inimical and distant
suddenly he shook
And fired off his weapon at all four
all daggers drawn to pose
a threat he laid the lot of them
out cold and it just shows
like an iceberg and a loner
he blew them all away
running like a greyhound
gets back to his place
locks his door
and taiqi emanates
from him at pace
thomas Wayne the
anti rich
gotham city
quite a glitch
arthur doesnt give a shit
his standoffishness
becomes his wit.