I was sitting down on my throne...No, no drone!
Like every morning, doing my business
Reading, yesterday's news, black shoes
I had to cut-off,
When I heard her voice call
My imagination? or is it, a constipation
Only one vowel, 'S', happened
Why now?...I vow!
Not to get off my cloud, I got some relief
Dude, out the blue,
I wonder, did she understand?...When rain!
Pour-down, and blast my head
With a force of a tank
O' thee throne, I can't go on blank
My sense, you cost me plenty of cents
No one, I repeat, no one,
Have to be bother, when we are
Relaxing, and waxing,
While sitting on our "Divine Throne"
Minding our movements,
And reading about, this world going wrong.
By: Juli Monat
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