by Andrew Benham

Created on: August 27, 2008

In some crowded hotel
where the heart-broken go.
There sits a de-crowned monarch.
Who squats at the bar,
to pass the time
and to drink into a corner.
He used to reign
supreme in the land,
but he soon became a lowly peasant.
In his younger days
he was full of charm
and everyone knew him as King.
One mighty shake of his mystic hips
would send his subjects into a trance.
Like a fool who rushed in
he would lose control
so now he drinks in shame
So if you happen to search
for your forgotten king
he may have left the building
but his soul is still checked in.

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