by Nick Gisburne
Well, well, my famous foe! We meet again
A victim in the clutches of my plan
The strangest, most bewildering of men
And yet I am, perhaps, your greatest fan
Destruction fills the city of your birth
A trap, a trick, a tool to bring you down
Your failure is a source of endless mirth
Delight beyond the craft of any clown
These breezy little contretemps we share
At last become the forfeit of your life
An elegantly effortless affair
The slow and simple slicing of a knife
My brother, are you ready to begin?
The world deserves to meet your evil twin
