Uneasy Lies the Head
A wearer of the crown
Is trained to frown
His monarchical gown.
Not for democratized town
People of renown
Sometimes go down
In assassinating ponds drown
The Dirtiest, coffee brown
Uneasy has to be the head
That is with power fed
Owner’s eyes, even in bed,
Ever watchful and red.
Uneasy lies the head,
To the others their head.
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