The mad king of the tower
looks over his land
and
wonders
who has money that will become his money
who can he fuck
and
who can he fuck over.
The mad king can not sleep
so he writes his proclamations
for all to read
in the middle of the night.
but the nightmares wont go away.
the loneliness will not go away
the fear will not go away.
only
the sycophants stay
the emptiness stays.
the madness stays.
The mad kings says lies
that spring his soldiers into action
that makes the village folk run in fear
that turns neighbor against neighbor
the mad king sees dragons
and windmills
that aren't there.
yet
his loyal men scatter to find the
dragons the villagers taxed and squeezed
to build useless windmills
the mad king is a troll
he dances for rubles
he cries for his mother when no one is around.
there are no heroes now...
we are all trapped in the tower.
and no one is coming.
