Unique answers to specific questions.
How may I fit Gotham into the equation?
How will I make him think?
How much should he suffer,
And by whom? What can't he afford?
How may we state the look
Of elsewhere? How can I make him more
Abstracted? In the mind but not of it.
Yes! Riddle me this, grace of an explosion,
All that is red, stuck on the surface,
Shocks within your body comes to sense,
From a source within the dark,
Once your ally, but now your foe,Good night Batman, and robin too.
What is the sum of 9 and 7:
It's your turn! Move into the poem. Renovate it. Knock down its walls. Put your spin on it. Make it your own.