So he sleeps behind his fathers counter,
little prince of a general store neighborhood dynasty
Is he a king, that he should doze on the throne?
Kings and boys- they’re all the same, anyway.
Anyway, make it three if a kind: kings + boys + Gods
A full hand, royal flush, this boy-king-god in his palace of cereal boxes
cheekbones polished by the flickering fluorescent light
the type flies are too afraid to land on, the type they land on anyway-
and here, he sleeps on; unbothered.
No one will believe you but me.
He will keep sleeping and you will keep stocking the shelves of his domain and nobody will believe you but me; justice passes by
The fly gets fried by the light overhead.
You saw it, he slept, and who would ever believe you but me?
Oct 2, 2020
Oct 2, 2020 at 11:30 AM UTC
So he sleeps behind his fathers counter,
little prince of a general store neighborhood dynasty
Is he a king, that he should doze on the throne?
Kings and boys- they’re all the same, anyway.
Anyway, make it three if a kind: kings + boys + Gods
A full hand, royal flush, this boy-king-god in his palace of cereal boxes
cheekbones polished by the flickering fluorescent light
the type flies are too afraid to land on, the type they land on anyway-
and here, he sleeps on; unbothered.
No one will believe you but me.
He will keep sleeping and you will keep stocking the shelves of his domain and nobody will believe you but me; justice passes by
The fly gets fried by the light overhead.
You saw it, he slept, and who would ever believe you but me?
