Joker Gone Wild Poem by John Ackerman

Joker Gone Wild

it was 1893 in a mental instution by the sea
there was locked in a zombie of a man let the reader understand
yet he had an ingenious plan to escape through a trapped ceiling door
making his way on one cold frightful night onto the streets of London
the air was brisk yet had a tint of fog but yet he drifted as a log
sucking the necks of virgins in their midnight apparel
infecting them with his deadly venom cause he was not of this earth after all
one day a child was conceived from the rape that was put on a woman
the young lass had hairy as a Wolverine & tongue that was green
shaken inside the man had no place to hide until he went into the cemetery
now he felt at home with his head next to a stone
they used to put bells on the toes so that if they were alive it would ring
a funeral director took the man by the stone and drapped him with cloth having a bell attached...

suddenly the bell rang and the director met his fate as if he was bait
sucking the blood the zombie man disappered into the night
many years had passed still having every reason to grasp this time the young child Wolverine was a full grown man
locked away inside an institution alone until one night he was greeted by his long lost pappy
taking him down from the ceiling trapped door to explore once again
this time with a fiddle in his hand let the reader understand
the time away the zombie man made a deal with the devil to stay out of trouble
together at last there was a zombie family happy as can be for the rest is left out in sweet history.