Rain down the reign
Wash away royal blood
The old king’s dead
Long live, new king
Provided the kingdom remains
Gold rule, dark days,
Poet lies, folk sway.
Word wars, fake lore,
King dead, none lead.
See, these four-word verses
Like the four-letter words
Picture a wicked world;
Curse all the kings
For the poet’s takeover.
[The poet takes over.]
T!el Fajardo
Feb. 10, 2024
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