KING OF NOTHING
A king lies in his bed, sad and distressed,
In a castle raised high reaching the sky
On the cliffside of a river,
Flowing gently forever
Beyond the garden
Full of roses and grapes.
No it's neither the exquisite meal
That he just ate.
Nor the love he made
To his lustrous mate before that.
And no his kingdom is not in any threat.
In fact everything was just perfect.
And yet, His mind is in a mess.
And it is all about the fact that,
Despite all the power, all the luxury he has,
How a single ant, a puny insect can infiltrate
And so suddenly robe him off his peace of mind,
Simply by taking a bite on his royal ass.
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