Question Mark

Here's a riddle for ya...
Who's all green and smart all over?
I can make your life one big puzzle
Stuck in a maze of the mad
How sad as I hold the key
Get lost in my land of fun
With no answers, but more questions
What a silly bat
Flying into every trap
This is no game to have a laugh
I'm not that guy, I'm a nightmare with style
Twisting the mind
A true pleasure
You're on my hand of fate
A short life I see
I'm no wizard
But a complete genius
You're nothing but a toy box
I can twist and turn you in any way
You always break like a doll
Try to hide it inside
I'll solve you, then you go boom
Unless the bat comes.that cheater
Mind if I play with your mind?
I promise not to leave you mentally damaged
Feel the power of Nygma
May be your last.
What is all red and with a question mark?
Give up?
Batman stabbed with my cane, The Riddler.

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