His MajestyA Poem by Chris G. Vaillancourt
Published in "Dancing In The Eighties". Four Winds Press. 1983
Well, I think this world is happy,
and I think the people are glad.
There's not a smile captivating
like a smile that used to be sad.
The King of all the nations
is having intercourse alone.
What used to be the majority
has dwindled down over the years.
And the soldiers of the King
are products of his happy laws.
Our happily lost Emperor
counts his gold on the dead.
His Majesty sits high on his throne,
blessing the people who came to see.
With all his many duties to perform,
he has allot of faces to be.
There sits our good King
thinking that he used to be free.
They slipped the kid a gun,
from where they wouldn't say.
And the child sure looked good.
He was all set to play.
And then he caught the message
and blew the King away.
© 2011 Chris G. Vaillancourt
Added on July 9, 2011
Last Updated on July 9, 2011
Chris G. Vaillancourt
Windsor, Ontario, Canada
AboutOver 200 of my poems have appeared in more than one hundred journals in the U.S. and Canada, in Japan and Australia, and the U.K. I have had a series of chapbooks published in the 1980's by 4 Wi.. more..
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