You are not my king
You prince of scum and garbage
I bow down only before mortals
And worship naught but the earth which grants me my life
You are NOT MY KING!
Creepy crawler of the toxic muck!
Your subjects
Are blind folded
And dizzy
What a cruel trick
‘tis to pull the piñata
Away before their blinded eyes
You, who can barely see
Through your own
Blinded lies
What a cruel trick,
Your serpent’s tongue
Licks the wounds dealt
By the little bird
That flies
By the
LIES
Alive,
And not suffering,
never blind
Twittering a greeting
To the zombies
In your fortress
In your mind
Do I shame you?
With not a weapon,
But I smile and
I slip by your lines
Which are really
Just unspoken rules,
After all.
Really just waiting
To be crossed.
After all,
After all,
The warnings and the signs
The tricks and the lies
I see through to
To the end of you!
It tastes so sweet
To nibble at your
Undoing, your
Too tangible demise