My insides became my outsides
My obsession for the nightlife
The Bruce searching for a Batlight
Because he's tired of these Cat fights
And brawls in the alley
That very badly
Has drained me sadly
Not talking Selena
Sure it was nice to meet her
But reality I don't need her
My insanity brews deeper
Then a Dr Harley Quinn can diagnose
She thinks it's funny
Until she finds out the joke's
Definitely on her
Like a Poison Ivy itch she can't scratch
She gasps for air
Cause Lord knows she has asthma
And this must be an attack
On those lungs of hers
For that gas there's a cure
Mr Freeze has it
And just like a crack addict
He'll sell it for funds
In search for God I came across a nun
Who asked me which way to have some fun
I looked at her she looked like the Mad Hatter
And I began to question how I could get Riddler
I mean how can I get rid of her
And she was a he who instantly
Put me
In a straight jacket
And shipped me to Arkham Asylum
With a Bat's heart
This dark
You'd be sure to Knight him
The city needs help
Somebody Flash Gordon
Tell him to get Robin
Somebody's been robbin'
He's insane from boredom
He's ready to go
No need for persuasion
After his night out
He'd end it with the new Penguin
Suit he just bought
These of course
Are yes just thoughts
Of long nights out
Protecting the city
Sometimes superheros need help too
Justice League you with me
Being Bruce Wayne
Insane troubled and suited
Put on a cape
And found it therapeutic
Thank you Dr. Chase
For letting me express my thoughts
I thought
That we ought
To go out
For a night
On the town
Without TwoFace interrupting
Not Harvey
This mask has too scarred me
Although I put this in the red book
Which I call my diary
I'm sure my butler
Kept looking over my shoulder
I feel a Superman vision
Eying me
So that's probably how
This all got said
From house hold chores
And a book that Alfred
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