King of Emery

In his universe He is The King of Emery. Holder of all Knowledge. Knower of all Doings. He struts about, Boasts about Not bowing to anyone. Funny how that changes, When family’s round. He big talks his Prowess. And exaggerates His deeds. He’s more worried Bout his mates, Than his next feed. How he survived His childhood. God only knows. Maybe he does Have a halo. I can’t see. His crimes Say different. I try to council, Show him a better way. But his mates, Are calling. They will surely pay. He is not The first king To have a cleft palate lisp. He’s not The first king To be betrayed by His closest. He’s not the First king to face The gallows. As this is surely His path. And so foretold, His story goes. I visit the dethroned King in his cell. He springs From his chair. Gives me a hug. Last of his loyal subjects. As all his mates Have gone to hell. He looks, Better than ever. Away from addiction. But the price. A king’s liberty. Last I saw the King. He was on the news. About to be exiled, Again. In his universe, He is the King of Emery.