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
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