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No King, No Heir

The King is dead,
someone cut off his head.
He has no heir,
he was impotent, he shot hot air.
His wife will be Queen,
she’s quite mad, but not a fiend.
Such is life in a kingdom
where there is no personal freedom.
The citizens of the kingdom are whacked,
every single jaded Jill and jerk-off Jack.

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