The day of the crowning of the false new king,
cheaply approaches the gilded Tri-ump-ted fake ring
of puppet and master, both slave and naive,
to greed and ego neither earned or achieved.
The tyrant, no, not royal but birthed of Queens,
wraps it's own self in it's tangerine dreams.
Hidden deep in a tower unfinished and tacky,
cowering his highness awaits peasants attacking.
did I piss you off?
I will
