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Brent Kincaid Oct 2017
The Usurper King
Had trouble sleeping.
He knew just how many
Criminals he was keeping;
Salaried and dedicated
To robbing the populace
And using very ineffective
And obvious kinds of artifice.

The Usurper King
Remembered what he did
To take the throne away
From the duly chosen kid
And he saw what he had
Been doing all the while.
It built up every day
And came out at night as bile.

The Usurper King
Spewed out, far and near;
Those who ****** him off
And those he held dear.
He covered his reign
With his nocturnal emissions
And gave his poor people
Scary, frightening visions.

The Usurper King
Only ever had one need
And that was the deep itch
Caused by excessive greed.
He had no class, no bearing,
He talked like a ignorant ****,
And soon the people wished
He would be squashed like bug.

— The End —