- Ode to the Ex-King
Too many times he has forgotten
He is no longer the King
He still struts around with a phantom crown
And bloats his “I” into the royal ”We”
He still parades a scepter
Of tinsel gold and fancies
A throng of fawning subjects
Bowing to his inordinate commands
No leaf must move now in
The nation’s forest without his knowledge
No star dare blink in the sky
Without his express permit
Lacking modest memory,
But numb with nostalgia
He gallops on vanished horses
And barks out orders from absent thrones
Self-righteous scion of Narcissus
He plagues the national platform
With compulsive epistles of an ex-King
Who craves the bow of reigning monarchs
Doom’s prophet, conceited emperor
Wish some kind, discerning soul
Would tell His Ex-cellency
“Alas, your time is long past and gone”