Poem: Your Royal Heinieness
Your Royal Heinieness Entitle me, Your Royal Highness, Duchess of delinquency, Duke of diabolical decorum, For I am merely a peasant. I am far more devilishly defiant, My nose doth raise too, Also, to escape the sinful sanitation of my body. I too have my fair share of Bread and Wine, However the portion of scarcity increases one’s attractiveness. My gardens are far larger than yours, Though I claim them in silence. The oaks, The swans, The streets I roam. Belong to God’s kingdom, Not your own. I have but one difference, I am free, But equally nobody cares about you or me.