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Jan 2013
he will force-feed
his horses on sugar and *******.
he will sing at the door
and beg to be let in

he shall sit on the throne and take command
just as his kingdom slides inside a styrofoam cup
and burns

because he is the minstrel-born-king
and the world stops and stares
when he starts to sing
on false lungs
and artificial hearts
and strings.
Written by
Richard  Orlando
(Orlando)   
755
   Joshua A and Bean
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