Titles come and go
Some they die, some overthrown
With social media all laid bare
Who would deter the one, self-titled, Spare
But how could that crown now come about
With degradation, with steel,
with backhanded clout
Just who did cut that final, killer cord
To lose the family, from the King down to the Lord
If suspicion did raise its ugly head
How does he sleep at night, in his giant, Palace confirmed bed
But that is a burden that he will forever carry
Now sat on his throne,
the unruly,
the unjust,
no longer a Prince,
King Harry 🤴

JJB