Imaginary King

 

The child walks so gracefully

Along the jagged edge. They do

Not see I bear witness to this

Memory lodged inside their

Head.

 

High up on the rocks I smoke

Myself closer to death. Another

Wasted six dollars on a habit I’ve

Grown to detest.

 

I imagine myself a king, yet

I feel more like a fool. An inane

Ruler governing over a society of

Frauds and hypocrites

 

They bow and curtsey for my favor

With a look of disdain in their eyes.

So only my scorn will they find.

 

For if they receive any charity

They should pass their seed and

Multiply as the weed does in the

Garden. Killing rose after rose

Each day.

 

The child does not know this, nor

Would he take the time to try and

Understand. They’re as happy as could

Be walking gracefully along that

Jagged edge.