COLD AS STONE

Inspired by Still haven't found what I'm looking for

U2

I am the Joker I run through the fields

And turn trivial my every turmoil

A storm for me is merely a disturbance

From being optimistically convivial

Body stung from words flung

Conflicting barbs sharp as razor blades

Why should I be grave? Knave of despair

Instead the steadfast Jack of all trades

I was aflame as bright as a whistle

Raging quietly like a cyclone

It took a scratch to break my frame

And burning desire is now cold as stone

The Queen of Hearts is but a whisper

On the disappearing tail of a whirlwind

To call it gentle would be amiss

A vortex of imagination unhinged

When played the deck of forty eight

In sequence as desired by rule

The consequence of underplay

Leaves the Joker, a smiling fool

- an experiment in UNDERSTATEMENT