The King Is Never Wrong
The King is never wrong
Everything is in His time
The whole world just sees it
As devoid of reason or rhyme
The world is His oyster
All must bend to His will
His family- His friends
Exist for His Thrill
His worries are few
His maiden bears it all
And even uses the chariot
Around his beck and call
Only for three years
He had a chariot of His own
Until it was wrecked
His autonomy was mostly unknown
Even when away
His presence is felt
Like the odor of decaying corpses
Like the memorable sting of a belt
How several were the Friday nights
He drank beer from His chalice
As his maiden made a four hour drive to reach him
To bring him to the palace
His offspring's feelings were oft disregarded
And oft he felt his father's wrath
And the cause nine times out of ten
Were for not being like his dad
The King claimed to love His son
But does the King really just love His face?
After all - He and His son are alike
In many many ways
The King had an offspring
But will not have heirs
His offspring want nothing more
To do with His affairs