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.
Copyright © Dominic Middleton | Year Posted 2018
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