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