The Jokers On You
we can stipulate we have meaningful tasks to complete, we don’t ...... we’re just ejaculote with a passport photo gloating about the bloated view of our own insignificance, we’re tried, tested and as dumb as we look, you want venison with a sweet beef jus ? just for being ‘you’ sorry ..... it’s you who’s on the menu and you’re being served up raw, the rush to devour yourself can only be applauded as you lorded over new ways to make the front page, we can stipulate we have honour and through age we collect the wisdom to become a wistful sage, we don’t ...... we’re just sagging bones and skin sporting a double chin scoffing at those who see through our hack of a charade, we can stipulate we hold the winning card we don't ...... the king of spades will leave you frayed whilst the Jokers on you
