—I am The Riddler!
Who am I supposed to be?
What am I hiding? Enlighten me!
Then I’ll reveal, and enlighten thee.
— a cane
This thing? Just a walking stick.
Mom’s giraffe petrified from a trick,
lost his balance, then his ear ripped.
Sadly his neck snapped, I heard it click.
— the color green
Photosynthetic, profitable, peeling, and perfect:
a recyclable, clean gleaming, effervescent sheen,
it’s forever giving, prosperous, and verdant.
Mmmm Mmmmmmm, I just love the color green.
To wrap skin on my skin is to showcase wealth,
clean scrubbed, polished, shiny and civil.
I walk and run as they arch my continued health.
Another’s future was far more dismal.
— prism glasses
Light, rainbows, prisms and glory:
sometimes the answer is staring you in the face,
and to see the colored perspective of a story,
will let you enjoy dignity and grace.
— a tie
This? Oh, a piece of manual piety.
An uncomfortable knot of flaccid fibers.
A conformative leash for manly society.
Required by your supervisor’s supervisor.
One for dexter
the other: sinister
the first would text her
the other just missed her