By SupaJayV6 and NotSpecified
King of Nowheresville
"Are you his majesty?
His gold born-bones"
A huge bruise Oh a tragedy
Nor can king's men undo the groans
What's yours is mine
Though I'm from no silver bloodline
Exists a cost so comedy
Truth is, myths of so called loans
Running out of remedy
To appease this heart of stone
Major disgrace to the academy
Lo-Behold lucent leaking ladle-dipped cones
Praised be his portrait in the mirror,
Rightfully so, the selective hearer
Dine and wine on brilliant shiny limes
Again ring the platinum chimes
He who refuses to wait for time
Until he aild and leaves his prime
Sitting with silent Joe empty bags all kinds
To act with no reason or rhyme
Other than to self magnify
So hail not he who is king in his own eye.
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