Every once in awhile
I’ll walk through a room
where a TV is on,
and I’ll hear or catch a glimpse
of a bad story being broadcast
about the Royal family
of this or that European country.
It makes me want to gag,
but I quickly control myself,
calm my natural impulses to go grab a spoon,
and tune in to find out the spin
that is being woven this time around
by the corporate Medes.
It amazes me
that human beings
still clamor for shit like this.
Thousands of years
of revolution and war
to throw the Kings and Queens
and Princes and Princesses
and Royal courts and henchmen
and mafia and control freaks
and psychopaths and elitists
and governments and bureaucrats
and law enforcers and pigs
and all that Divine Right hogwash
off our collective back,
and yet, still,
the mass man, the common man,
the mean man, the nothing man,
clamors for a comeback
of their oppressor.
Well, I’ve got an idea
of where that crown can go.
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