What a sad existence
To want love
And only receive a semblance loyalty,
To have power
And no control.
How pathetic it is
To be able to snap your fingers
And your will be done,
Only to have your intentions
Work against you,
To discover that respect
Doesn’t always accompany a title.
Petulance and bribery
Got you everything you wanted at home,
But aren’t in Manhattan anymore.
Your position amongst the aristocracy
Is worth less than piss in this town.
What does a city boy know about wolves and snakes?
If you knew your history
You’d understand the ending
Even before you began.
You’d know your vessel has holes in it
And that your crew drilled the holes.
You don’t know how to walk on water
Or doggy paddle.
What a sad reality,
That you really think you are wearing new clothes.
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