From the heights of disconnect

To the depths of patronizing gifts to the public

The world can defect

And take flight from the poisoned throne

I am not a puppet

To be struck with awe

At silly tenderness

For the king and queen

Were chosen before birth

Taken in a kingdom of confusion

And forced on America

I owe nothing to the sinister court of

Sadness and

Wretchedness

So take up you silly games

Pack your bags

And seek out the next kingdom to destroy