A "King's" Tale
He takes in the spring air
The wind caresses his hair
As he sits by the statue
And goes back a memory or two
“How I wish I was there
Too bad nothing is fair
Or if it was worth the care?
If I could’ve been there
Or preferably rule there”
A wish only in his mind
From a desirable past time
So rich and so fine
But only in his mind
“It was not fairer,
This life of error,
Never to be a crown bearer
But to be a beggar”
He looks up higher
For a need so dire
He sees birds fly higher
From the King’s statue who stands higher
“Oh look at you
And this kingdom you rule
Your power in hand true
Oh how true…
You’ve held it for so long,
So strong,
And even in the years you’ve been gone
Oh how I wish I were you”
And much to his dismay
Seeing the people on parade
Marching in king’s colors of May,
In their red robes of May,
And throwing their crowns up in “Hooray”
As the new kings go on and parade
“Ah the new kings have come
And look where they’re from
… Your kingdom…
Oh how proud you must be
To pass on your key,
You’re golden key
On to these great kings to be
Oh how proud you must be
Especially since they are not like… me”
He watches again
With a look so mean
As another sight seen
Much to his dismay, again
The new kings
Embracing their queens
“It must be nice
To be truly sufficed
By a queen’s embrace
To be forever laced
Together with her loving embrace
It must be nice
To be sufficed”
He looks up to the statue
“Oh you’re such a role model”
He pulls out a small bottle
“Here is my toast to you…”
And so he begins…
“I will not brag
About your training days,
About your glory days,
Or about your most powerful days
I will not brag
About you
Since you were such a drag
Damn you
For promising
Since you were lying
Damn you
For the laws you made
Which sealed my fate
Damn you
For being rich
You son of a bitch
Damn you
And your loyalty
Which was never trustworthy
Damn you
For looking at me and saying “Oh Well…”
And for that I hope you’re rotting in hell
…Damn you…
…Just… damn you…
…I wish it were you…
For my fate being
A beggar so demeaning
Instead of a king worth seeing
Or for a queen to kiss on
Instead to be pissed on
By my own mistakes
Which makes…
… My fate…
And so I must take”
So he drinks
And down it sinks
Whatever pride he had
Finishing up
He opens up
The heart he once had
And down it goes
Down the King’s stairs
But no one stares
Since they don’t care
No one knows
This poor old beggar
For he holds no crown or scepter
So to be mourned is never
He will be picked up
And then put up
Somewhere
He will remain nameless
For they could care less
Never cared
Nor show sympathy
As his blood of impurity
Is wiped from the stairs
No sad songs they’ll sing
For he was never a king
As he is dumped off somewhere
… No one cares…
And thus it ends.
The wind caresses his hair
As he sits by the statue
And goes back a memory or two
“How I wish I was there
Too bad nothing is fair
Or if it was worth the care?
If I could’ve been there
Or preferably rule there”
A wish only in his mind
From a desirable past time
So rich and so fine
But only in his mind
“It was not fairer,
This life of error,
Never to be a crown bearer
But to be a beggar”
He looks up higher
For a need so dire
He sees birds fly higher
From the King’s statue who stands higher
“Oh look at you
And this kingdom you rule
Your power in hand true
Oh how true…
You’ve held it for so long,
So strong,
And even in the years you’ve been gone
Oh how I wish I were you”
And much to his dismay
Seeing the people on parade
Marching in king’s colors of May,
In their red robes of May,
And throwing their crowns up in “Hooray”
As the new kings go on and parade
“Ah the new kings have come
And look where they’re from
… Your kingdom…
Oh how proud you must be
To pass on your key,
You’re golden key
On to these great kings to be
Oh how proud you must be
Especially since they are not like… me”
He watches again
With a look so mean
As another sight seen
Much to his dismay, again
The new kings
Embracing their queens
“It must be nice
To be truly sufficed
By a queen’s embrace
To be forever laced
Together with her loving embrace
It must be nice
To be sufficed”
He looks up to the statue
“Oh you’re such a role model”
He pulls out a small bottle
“Here is my toast to you…”
And so he begins…
“I will not brag
About your training days,
About your glory days,
Or about your most powerful days
I will not brag
About you
Since you were such a drag
Damn you
For promising
Since you were lying
Damn you
For the laws you made
Which sealed my fate
Damn you
For being rich
You son of a bitch
Damn you
And your loyalty
Which was never trustworthy
Damn you
For looking at me and saying “Oh Well…”
And for that I hope you’re rotting in hell
…Damn you…
…Just… damn you…
…I wish it were you…
For my fate being
A beggar so demeaning
Instead of a king worth seeing
Or for a queen to kiss on
Instead to be pissed on
By my own mistakes
Which makes…
… My fate…
And so I must take”
So he drinks
And down it sinks
Whatever pride he had
Finishing up
He opens up
The heart he once had
And down it goes
Down the King’s stairs
But no one stares
Since they don’t care
No one knows
This poor old beggar
For he holds no crown or scepter
So to be mourned is never
He will be picked up
And then put up
Somewhere
He will remain nameless
For they could care less
Never cared
Nor show sympathy
As his blood of impurity
Is wiped from the stairs
No sad songs they’ll sing
For he was never a king
As he is dumped off somewhere
… No one cares…
And thus it ends.