Long Live The King

All hail His Majesty- 

See Him, walking with dignified grace 

upon the tan backs of His people. 

How humble He is, 

How gracious, not proud. 

As he walks under the shade of tattered cloth

Made from clothes ripped off backs and sheets torn from beds. 

Stitched together, 

as blackholes are burned into history with the cigars of The King. 

Look at the Royal Seal

Worn upon His Royal finger, 

A single point, digging away at families and at nations and 

pointing away, away, away 

from the loaded pistol He holds behind His back. 

Long Live The King. 

Let Him live the long and happy days 

He promised His people. 

Before He put on the crown  

and forgot He was human.