“…And as my grapple hangs, my batarang will batter gangs.
I brang thang to make you say this can’t be happenstance.
The blackest avalanche.
And as “Dan“‘s an anagram of “and”, I’ll crick your spine and leave it twisted like an ampersand.
Feeling squiffy like you’re getting high in Amsterdam,
the neon city lights will emphasize the fact you’re damned.