What is a king?
Oh a foolish thing,
So pathetic and tired,
A crown of gold,
A mighty roar,
All to jump through a hoop made of fire.
Oh,
But what is a king?
Oh a terrible thing,
......
They spotted him one early gray morning
placidly seated by the children's swingset,
over-sized marzipan cat,
like a child's stuffed toy abandoned to the dew—
(Pathera leo, you with ratty mane and skeptical look,
briefly free of the torments that brought you here,
what compromises have you been asked to make,
while imagining a world where God shuts not the lion's mouth.)—
......
What is a king?
Oh a foolish thing,
So pathetic and tired,
A crown of gold,
A mighty roar,
All to jump through a hoop made of fire.
Oh,
But what is a king?
Oh a terrible thing,
......
They spotted him one early gray morning
placidly seated by the children's swingset,
over-sized marzipan cat,
like a child's stuffed toy abandoned to the dew—
(Pathera leo, you with ratty mane and skeptical look,
briefly free of the torments that brought you here,
what compromises have you been asked to make,
while imagining a world where God shuts not the lion's mouth.)—
......