(Round 1 of An Old Rivalry)
Prequel...
Time to Embarrass a Wayne in a Manor (Manner)
That Befits he wears a mask
Two Faced My Letters
And Realize they were out numbered
With Utility, He Belts another Opus
Waiting for a signal that is as bright
As his concepts (Change The Bulb)
That idea is cracked like Jokers who inhale
Fumes from Smoking Aces
A second hand may be needed to hold fast
From Tripping Over Caped Fear
Still Trying to Fly (Eye C.)
Does Descents in Caves Reveal
You revel in plights of Morlocks?
Unlock with strands of Locks
Of Props for verbally weaponry
I have confiscated your armory
Tips are Rusted, Lance is Broken
In Bouts that are wasted in a one sided Verbal Joust
Perhaps If You trace over my S, you find strength
In my letters to draw to the conclusion
That My Impregnated Thoughts ..Kicks at Sides
While you look on the side for kicks
Whose lifespan is as long as your sidekicks
Sigh...Clips your wings as a new souvenir...
Bale (Bail) Out Now before you Begin...
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