Strip Jack Naked
I was born to the game, a pack of snap, strip Jack naked, rolling poker, cheating solitaire son of a lying politician. I was a winning hand on a losing streak with all my aces in a stack; I was King and Queen and a happy Jack with all the Daniels I could drink. I was flush with a hand in the bush. Got a deck diamonds in the house of clubs, bluffed my way in Blackjack alley, spun the wheels in Casino Valley, I wore a Casquette, playing Roulette, picked up a winning bet, took her home in a gold Corvette. She looked so cool lying on my bed, until I noticed she had a Radiohead……
Text by Trev Teasdel
Graphic designed for the poem by Middlesbrough artist Adrian Moule.