If’n I were king -
I’d be wealthier than I am today,
still, there isn’t a dollar sign in happine$s,
no bank note can counterfeit it.
Courtiers would respectfully bow,
yet it would be an artifical, contrived dish
that I don’t dutifully need.
Advisors would suit-up in superiority,
designer clothes being the only fitting choice,
but that’s no naked emporer’s truth.
Vast tracts of land would be mine on paper,
acres to stretch between “Keep out!” signs,
yet I’ve always distrusted large landowners.
The throne room would be disused, a relic,
somewhere to store my distant conscience,
a royal ransom too dear
if’n I were king.
