Of Puppies And Kings
I read about a king last night,
So rich and powerful was he,
And how with vainglory and might,
He took as slaves men who were free,
And sees all in the world as his,
To give him all the pomp and bliss;
And this puppy wiggling at me,
Waiting for some pat on its head,
But what, if I then set it free,
Would it regard release with dread?
To miss that dreamy doggy house,
And joys this dwelling did arouse?
I live life somewhere in between,
Some part puppy, and some part king,
To crave comforts, but not that keen,
Finding true love, and little fling,
Sometimes righteous, sometimes wrong,
And free, but needed to belong.
poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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