& There he was,
everybody's fool
in mid April.
Half-way to May.
Caught in a Day-dream.
Dreaming of the porch
his baby basket
should have been dumped on.
Now,
livin' a life of
love-lost lustful lies.
The dark prince,
is just another servant.
Until the day
his father dies
and the horned/thorn-ed crown
is handed down.
To the next heir
standing in
the 69 blood line.
It's a classic!
An All-American.
Trust fund-scum-story.
Staring, a little black cloud.
That spent more time,
sulking
over
sitting
up on the family's thrown.
So he sulked up
until he grew up.
For
he was too foolish,
& tiny
to sit-in or fit-it.
At first, of course.
May 23, 2012
May 23, 2012 at 11:55 AM UTC
& There he was,
everybody's fool
in mid April.
Half-way to May.
Caught in a Day-dream.
Dreaming of the porch
his baby basket
should have been dumped on.
Now,
livin' a life of
love-lost lustful lies.
The dark prince,
is just another servant.
Until the day
his father dies
and the horned/thorn-ed crown
is handed down.
To the next heir
standing in
the 69 blood line.
It's a classic!
An All-American.
Trust fund-scum-story.
Staring, a little black cloud.
That spent more time,
sulking
over
sitting
up on the family's thrown.
So he sulked up
until he grew up.
For
he was too foolish,
& tiny
to sit-in or fit-it.
At first, of course.
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