You're in prison, with no resources. What do you do?
If you're a hero of Batman's calibre ...
you haiku.
I've got to prove I'm
innocent. What's that noise there?
The stone--sliding out ... .
innocent. What's that noise there?
The stone--sliding out ... .
What haiku would you compose to comfort Bruce or describe his situation?
Well-tailored prison
ReplyDeleteclothes. Big comfy jail cell. I'm
The goddamn Bruce Wayne.
Tunnel through cell floor?
ReplyDeleteBruce, remember your Dumas.
Monte Cristo, yo.
Take this way out, Bruce
Your cellmate has just sold you
For six packs of smokes.
Bruce Wayne: Murderer
ReplyDeleteBruce Wayne: Fugitive, but now
Bruce Wayne: Jail Rapist
Time to hit the road.
ReplyDeleteAll these horizontal stripes
Just make me look fat!
Where Did tbe Blue Go?
ReplyDeleteAbsorbascon is snow white.
I feel blue... inside.
Bruce Wayne has got to
ReplyDeleteGet busy living, or get
Busy dying. -Red
(You know you listen to too much Bob & Tom when...)
Why isn't there a legionnaire who follows the others around while they are having adventures and composes haikus about what is happening? (Does Mark Waid read this blog?)
ReplyDeleteI believe Poetry Lad is in the Subs.
ReplyDeleteKiller Croc enters
ReplyDeleteSeeking Revenge and maybe...
Abit of lovin'
Coming through the floor-
ReplyDeleteIs that Robin? No. Nightwing?
No, it's... Cave Carson!
"Quick, Bruce, let's g-" WHAM!
Time punch! Cave's gone! Bruce is stuck!
Friggin' Superboy.
Purple pajamas
ReplyDeleteAnd me locked in a cell
were only Dick here