When he was in charge the world was dark, full of chaos and confusion. He didn't do anything just lying in bed laughing hysterically at the joker wearing a blue and red checked and baggy outfit which was made for him and only for him as the picky beast couldn't care less about anyone else. The streets were quite and perfectly still and wherever he walked the sun would disappear scared of his sadness. Sometimes I would think what if I was in charge, the trees would grow green and the sun would shine happy. It would be better if I was in charge.