What makes a king a king? Title , Wealth, Linage or Those who believe he is king.
The king of nothing sits on his throne
Of tarnished gold and broken stone
Surrounded by the air that he owns
His loyal subjects scurry at his feet rabid, and weak
Even for the rats their is no meat
Cobweb chandeliers hang above
And 8 legged performers tumble down
The ensure their lord doesn’t frown
Perched on broken walls the Ravens guard
Looking over the vast kingdom the king never had
One lands on his shoulder and asks
“Your the king of nothing why do you stay”
“Why do you persist on living in dismay”
The king looks to the Raven and said
“Im the lord of all I own, from the mold on my crown to the mold on the gown” Raising from his crumbling throne he slams his fist against his chest and proclaims
“To rule is pleasure to serve is pain
I shall never grace society again
Here I shall stay and live out my days
May my reign be long
And my heart be true
So I can reign justly over mildew
Shall my thoughts be pure
Actions swift
That I can gather bread for the rats to nip
And subjects never sway
I am the the King of Nothing a true King of today”
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