The man with a spherical  crown
He aspires to conspire
About the shadow realm

With shrunken shrines of human skulls
He suffered to sacrifice goats
And now found satisfaction through screens

Perhaps some day
I could try burfi,
Stuff myself silly
With this secret delicacy

So long, solo white king
Somewhere in a satire sufficient future,
Somehow they would use our carbon molecules
And particles from follicles as fossil fuel

and I'd be satisfied
If we died together.