The king is dead
*
He fell last night
asleep in a dream where monstrous ogre women
complained of PMS
Two screeching smelly trolls ran in and out of his life
Their stink announcing their presence
louder than a trumpet or a marching band combined
The king was in his kingdom.
He sat upon his throne.
He fought and kicked and screamed his sorrows
but the monsters didn�t care. didn�t listen. didn�t weep.
The ogre woman laughed in his face
and asked him where he wanted to go in life
Suggested that he be a man
Instead of being her wife.
She spat and he swallowed
There.
There�s one lesson down the hatch.
The king is dead inside his dream
He�s fallen down his mind
The king is dead inside his head
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Long live the king
