Self-proclaimed evil genius, the king of chaos,
Like a pig in a mud pit, is happy to be
So immersed in invention he may disregard
Its full impact on others. He works too damned hard
At perfecting creations most illegally.
Anyone who works with him knows that he’s the boss.

Loathing all limitations to getting things done,
He’s intent and unstoppable. That’s just his way
Of processing momentum become negative.
Each of us has our reason why we want to live.
Unrestrained in this manner, no law he’ll obey.
All the trouble he causes he does so for fun.

Voracious is his appetite. His addictions
To performing experiments, wreaking havoc,
And engaging in anarchy nourish his pride.
Yet he does have a soft heart somewhere deep inside
When he isn’t at work and is off the time clock.
Those who would pique his interest are chosen ones.

What had made him so ruthless is oddly unknown.
Capable of transforming his mutative strain
To benign interactions and harmless mischief,
He refers to himself in third person as if
There’s a binary issue regarding his brain.
What he does for a living most cannot condone.