to give orders you need not know a thing
nor do you need to think we're here for that
you don't need the brainpower of a rat
you just need the friendship of our glorious king
the hard red stamp made by his seal ring
you can behave like a two-year-old brat
but your word will be final that is flat
if they don't like it you can make them swing
there's no doubt you'll be wielding power
over those who know what's best to do
but they'll need your permission to do it
and if they come at some ungodly hour
you'll make them flee you'll make them shoo
and watch as all that happens turns to shit
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
01 February 2007
rex non peccare potest
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