C.R.E.E.P.

[Assaf1981]

This meddlesome foursome,
These four creeps,
this Collection of Really Evil, Evil People:
an evil doctor slash mad scientist,
a young man with red hair babbling in an unknowable tongue,
a slick, conniving businessman,
and a guy with obsidian armour and a flowing crimson cape;
dwelling in a small, sleepy town,
antagonizing the citizens,
by hatching wacky out-of-this-world schemes,
by proudly displaying their hellish villainies,
by proudly promoting their evil organization;
only to be foiled,
not so much by superheroes,
nor kid detectives,
nor the police,
nor elite military units,
nor other goody-goody eccentric characters,
but by their own misadventures,
their own ineptitude,
their own bad luck,
and their own bad karma.

Yet despite all that,
they try again,
and again,
and again,
in this small, sleepy town,
this meddlesome foursome,
these four creeps
This collection of Really Evil, Evil People:
antagonizing the citizens
by hatching wacky out-of-this-world schemes,
by proudly displaying their hellish villainies,
and by proudly promoting their evil organization.
 

[Tinker]

Hmmm this is really compelling.   Interesting how the last 6 lines are repeated from the first 12 lines of the poem.  I have no clue what this is about and I don't care.  I'm not going to try to figure it out.  I just like it.  My favorite line is:
 

On 2/28/2023 at 7:56 AM, Assaf1981 said:

by hatching wacky out-of-this-world schemes,

Thanks for the read.  ~~ Tink