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King Ralph

Little Ralph was born in gold

even though his brother cold

Little Ralph was fat and warm

and witches watched and held their scorn

Through tunnels rats all noble and high

Like teenage rebels addicts lie

Women always powdered their noses

and though they smiled tears fell like roses

Little Ralph was crowned in 1941

and though he tried tired work was never done

King Ralph was high, mighty and dumb

from secret rooms records played lies

and on all streets children died

Pregnant mothers bore no sons

and addicts needles turned to guns

King Ralph was blind and blinds were closed

Or eyes were shut or filled with roses

Streets were graves and mirrors were empty

King Ralph's pretty wife was hanging simply

Ralph didn't cry or hear or see

So evil he just let it be

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vivian-miller
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Apr 4, 2010
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