The joker in the pack.



Kids in care,
a sort of smarty tube did it,
shower of all sorts,
bent on revenge.


Houses and flats,
are like feral cats,
on tap from the housing.

Barred from the pubs,
no kids at cubs,
like a beacon you are,
as a burning stolen car.


But what other way could it be?
all you got is lottsa family
and no heritage herstory.


You might as well be a wild fruiting tree.


From flower to flower,
like a honey bee.

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