Joker Joker. Poem by Azriel Dreams

Joker, joker without a dime.
You played your hand,
a wild card too.
To break any that is true.

You lost your soul and this you know.
The ace of spades can trump you in one blow.
You’ll say oh wait, I lost and create;
A storm that went past, you are too late.

The hand was dealt,
you reach forth not.
To take that card and you felt it not.
You are but lost in this deck of cards.
A joker with no regard.

You’ll be but only used as once;
you were and shall be, the dunce.
You are stupid, you are crass,
and work this stance.
A joker that plays on her back.


Azriel