king of clubs

Poem by

Andrew Mitchell.


I am the man of numbers, 

but no mathematician. 

A cold as ice, 

urban tactician. 


I’m a winner, a sinner, 

a cool hearted killer. 

The jailbird who never sang, 

leader of the numbers gang. 


My new family, 

is the best I ever had. 

So much better than, 

a dronkie mother and a tik-kop dad. 


The more I hurt, 

the less I feel. 

Rape, murder and hate, 

It’s all in the life of a 28.