The Prince of King Street

The people rallied round the prince He was disguised in beggar's clothing He had a wicked toothy grin With beady eyes that were all knowing He was the heir to several kingdoms Dirty pubs and smoking pits He liked to feed the bottom feeders By acting like he gave a **** He used a drunkard as his steed Who held the doors and threw the punches He used a wench to cure his hangovers With cold wet cloths and greasy lunches He would protect his loyal subjects But the security was flawed Because he'd shield you from the fighting But it was fighting that he caused And if by chance you were still sober When you saw his kingdom fall You'd say manipulating drunkards Did not make him the prince at all By Kyle Ezra Kriticos