your priggish mien is too obscene your loftiness bought with a spoon you believe you're great but really your fate will be to slink back inside your filigreed rooms your palace won't talk or balk at your whims shelter from the minions to be appeased therein you'll be safely ensconced on your imaginary throne though the "stupid" servants must remain they'll cater to your delusions so puffed up and vain sycophants, ****-ups, yes-men you require ring-kissing genuflecting servitude for the sire still your convoluted mind is so much muck and mire owning a computer shan't make you a writer possessing a library won't make you brighter having a calculator doth not make a mathematician dearth of dialectics and paucity of vocabulary nary ever an orator or articulate politician get back in your place witless purveyor of haste your knee-**** hackneyed spiel lacks fervor and taste those that admire you are fools for the taking as contrived and duplicitous as your majesty of faking
lèse-maj·es·té ˌlez ˌmäjəˈstā,ˌlēz,ˈmajəstē/ noun the insulting of a monarch or other ruler; treason. Translations, word origin, and more definitions
This poem is more about D.Trump, et al. than the president of Thailand, of whom I know nothing. But like any erstwhile "ruler" or despot, I deign him no ruler over me.