King

Raising Cain or raising Abel.
Raising Hell upon a table.
Raising flour, picked a flower that I liked.
Lost it in an hour; dead flowers covered in spikes.
Raisins are not nice but I still eat them,
Mixed with chocolate; food and I are friends again.


Junk food belly is on the way so I eat green.
Already grey, ex does not recognize me.
Nothing new to say, but hey!
That’s the way it is today.
Forever sinking into a solitary whirlpool;
Still acting King whilst in reality a fool.


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