no care in the world
these fingers type fast
like a blade, the poet gets none
im here to muse the king
with my ransackle humour
and maybe he'll give me some bread
how my body aches of substance
just milk and water
make me wanna vomit a discoloured mess
the king barks at me to jest
and i think real fast
"the scrumptious land over eager sun
lay through the barrens, far and wide
come find your gold for it is king
and reap all the benefits that no dimwit can"
bravo, he roars
more more he begs
and i roll my eyes
"your king dome is fair
even maiden a queen
the ones on the ground all love their king
they bow before you, the next lord indeed"
bravo bravo
and im sick of this shit
give me some bread
because people are starving where you do not see
i can share the bread
with my brethren and my kin
no sin indeed
and he throws me some bread
run off for now
be back in the morning
i want to feel loved
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