Ole Jack Poem by Sev Brown

The night encased in the sun's tight grip
The speed of my knife is unmatched as it rips through the skin
of those who have sinned
The coppers almost caught me last night if it weren't for that pretty girl Bess
the next night they received a victim of my smile
the police had a chance to look into her eyes as the light left her eyes
I then sent the coppers a letter of smiles which they happily posted in the London times
I told them to look for me in history since that is what I was now
Before I left for Rome I left a present for the Chief
I told them my job was done here for now...Remember this Smiles are Jack's sign