Mister Doom and Chairman Gloom were discussing reputation
walking through Jerusalem, in the mood for celebration.
Sipping sweet champange Doom stated,
" They fear me more than you."
Through exhale of cigar, Gloom sputtered,
" You know that isn't true!"
I'm the one who brings despair and places tension in the air.
I dim the light of hope, than pull at spirits til they tear.
I am shredder of profound belief, I toy with the souls of men.
When gloom sets in, ask any man, he just wants life to end."
Between quick sips, Doom replied,
"Your skills are exceptionally good,
your competence with rotting man's spirit
reminds me of...champagne on wood.
But when it's time for mortals to sense their sky is falling down
I possess that ' physical ' touch that puts men in the ground.
I furnish disaster with disease, make typhoid-laden guarantees
I sprinkle famine in with war to bring countries to their knees.
I am twisted smoking metal
with flashy flames that rise and curl.
The cameras follow me while we wreak havoc on the world."
"Perhaps you're right," spat Gloom, as he ground out his cigar.
"Your name is mentioned first, perhaps you are the star.
But our partnership is timeless, the tension always mounts,
upon scales that weigh injustice,
we are equals, ounce for ounce."
Doom laughed into his glass while Gloom scowled at his friend,
and then, behind Doom's head, Gloom saw a rainbow descend.
"The weather has grown dreary, let's put this argument away."
So Doom and Gloom headed West to spoil another day.
c) C.Butler 2001
