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THE BLACK JOKER
What next, my friend, what next? The black abyss
Is always there. Black joker in the pack.
Be grateful everything is as it is—
Not blackest fate of fates, the blackest black.
Not a day goes by but brings its new drama.
Your job’s going well and then you get the sack.
‘What did I do?’ you cry. ‘Is this my karma?’
Your dearest love will stab you in the back
One day. And when that happens, you will ask
‘Did I deserve this?’ The look in the eyes
Of the one who betrayed you when the mask
Was ripped away! — o cruellest surprise!
Come, draw down the blinds and blot out the sun.
Tie your last noose, my friend, you’ve had your fun.