smitten. - A Poetry Collection

capitalism; the king

cap·i·tal·ism

/ˈkapədlˌizəm/

noun

noun: capitalism

an economic and political system in which a country's trade and industry are controlled by private owners for profit, rather than by the state.

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i once knew a king in my life
who would go out hunting
'n come back with a bloody knife.

he would twirl his 'stache
as maidens tried for his attention
all for his salivating stash.

entrancing treasure brought greed
if maidens failed in seducing,
haggard hands were bound to steal.

though their foolishness
took them to the guillotine
their head chopped into pieces

to staggeringly trap the king
for the princess who did manage
alas sipped poison
in her murky, grey porridge.

with a heavy heart and dead queen
the king would be wailing:
"Find the one with the deceit!"

doubts run, but no clues.
the baker, the knight blamed
but the culprit still hung loose.

though alas, the king's sadness
would fast dissipate
all in just a mere week.

it is then I, would succeed
the deceased queen's place
and tend to the poor king's heed.

despite

i once knew a king in my life
who was soundly sleeping
as i sliced him open with a knife

i would lick his lips like my own
as his blood spluttered and sprayed
all over my white gown.

and i would smile sly
twirl his red-matt 'stache
and sing him a lullaby

"feel the dagger intrude your sleep
into the sweet dark afterlife
just like your tragic victims."

though not intended even the slightest
my rusty, bloody knife
would avenge her highness.

why? for the queen wasn't poisoned
by an icy intruder, not even close.
it was her lovely king for he was afraid
to share his precious jewelry and clothes.