24 of 30, 2016

"Oh, Rob."

The city was painted on a black cell.
It takes a grave and careless rich man
to bring ego large enough to see by
when it burns. Someone has to trip

on the ottoman. Someone has to ruin the roast
when the boss comes to dinner. The hero
has made two dates on the same night.
High-jinks ensue. Gotham is saved

from situation by comedy. The sociopath
is a clown fighting a bat and a bird.
No matter the detective's car
blows a tire and the madman gets

away. The hero shrugs us into farce.
Nothing on the news feels real
to the good people at home.

from an anonymous prompt