the joker

Poem by 

Andrew Mitchell.


The joy of being the JOKER,

Is that he can be any card you need.

He’s more faceted than a DIAMOND choker.

Balancing on the tightrope of greed.


His stone HEART cannot be broken,

The law is for his inferiors.

His wrongs go mainly unspoken,

International business his superiors.


The CLUB of 46664 is now forgotten,

Past deeds and dreams are non-existant.

Getting close to a new rock-bottom,

Every day brings a new precedent.


Cronies and nepotism he has in SPADES,

Fear and corruption rule the day.

As our beautiful rainbow slowly fades.

There surely must be a new way!