Sunday, May 1, 2011

The King

My dear king
Why are you so?
One day you're a friend
And another you're a foe

I thought I understood you
I thought you cared
But soon I had to realize
You are undeniably bare

You say you're the king
You wear the very ring
But honestly what is a king
When he can't even do his own thing?

The whole world is out to get you
Everybody's conspiring against you
So you pull out your anger
Putting your loved ones in danger

I tried so hard
To help you with your weakness
My sole purpose 
Was to ensure your happiness

But what can one do
When the other is so deluded?
When the king thinks he is best
There is nowhere to go but southwest

Picture from:http://www.badattitudes.com/MT/archives/2007/09/

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