Poem -

F$#k my joker card

Is this the breaking point where I finally give up? I’m left beaten and bruised, yet never felt this broke, Not I, Not me, Not this bloke. My joker card is playing on my mind. Why at my birth Was it dealt. Why did that card come my way? Always giving me something, Then taking it all away. My 3 boys are my life, At least by my side they do stay. They’re my everything and all, the only part of my life, I haven’t let stray. Forever they’ll be my number 1s', Forever and a day! If the joker card touches my kids, It’ll be the last hand, it ever did play. But for now, As long as it’s only me that you break, Leave my family, make sure you keep my loved ones at bay. With his jester hat jingling, And dark eyes that prey, To his stripey baggy trousers, That are starting to fray. So f#$k my joker card, And what it stands for, It’s done nothing to help me, But get in my way. Every second, Of every day, Forever, My joker card will always play, And forever it shall knaw at my being, Yesterday, Tomorrow and today. But I’ll never let it fully break me, As it’s only a game, In the end, The joker will pay.....