It condenses how I dance with deceit,
How much you thought I was really weak.
Stand over there, bask in your “win,”
Laugh out loud — boasting in your gain.
Point your harsh finger while I weep,
Crocodile tears — my daily relief.
I made you a plastic, polished seat,
You sat proud — a “wannabe king.”
Laugh’s on you when you sold it at the feast,
Yet it couldn’t buy your next meal’s piece.
You chased me down to hear me speak,
But ended in prison — my, my, what a deed.
Mar 24
Mar 24, 2026 at 10:01 AM UTC
It condenses how I dance with deceit,
How much you thought I was really weak.
Stand over there, bask in your “win,”
Laugh out loud — boasting in your gain.
Point your harsh finger while I weep,
Crocodile tears — my daily relief.
I made you a plastic, polished seat,
You sat proud — a “wannabe king.”
Laugh’s on you when you sold it at the feast,
Yet it couldn’t buy your next meal’s piece.
You chased me down to hear me speak,
But ended in prison — my, my, what a deed.
#WannabeKing
