"I want,
I want,
I want"
The King
shouted his demands.
The lackeys trembled,
stuttered:
"Sire, what do you want?"
"I want
everything I behold,
all the land,
all water,
every piece of sky and air,
all the black gold,
no exceptions"
A quick huddle,
an impromptu meeting,
lackeys said:
"Sire, consider it done"
As they were departing
one dolt asked:
"..but shouldn't we do
public consultation?"
The King turned around,
his voice thundered:
"I am the State,
my wishes come with
'national security' embossed.
The people have chosen me to think.
I shouldn't ask them to do my job."
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Author:
Rebellion In Sanity (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
Unfortunately all too true, no metaphor needed disrobed the king has no cloths.
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