a royal with a reluctantly quiet mind

and i take you to my favorite bar,

not really your style, but we ain’t going far. 

and you discreetly hide your face from the crowd,

and i assure you, “no one knows any one, 

loud thoughts are allowed.”

so scream as loud as you can,

take off the thorny crown which held your secrets in. 

people here will understand,

unlike the rich first class who bejewel 

their plain sins.