I am nothingness, the sea that surrounds
The Batcave, in Gotham City. Luncheon
Munchables have cheese-sticks, sandwiches,
Garden salad and chocolate pudding.
I will enter you in the night, leave your
Windows open, the wind blows over bones,
In the cemetery. Statistical findings,
Leave you dead, like Happy Campers.
The pathway between the grape bushes,
And the distant moon had the Fey on it.
I stood at attention for 50-years, and got
My eyes whipped the Inquisitor was needed.
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