The prophets wash their eyes in the river.

The King hath ordered them for dinner.

Last thing they see is the young boy pissing upstream.

Such hard times on a sightless seer!

The paupers serve the King his meal.

The eyes are dry, but they taste surreal!

The prophets all plead to make a deal.

The King smiling kindly says,”Visions aren’t real.”

The King,

he cries as he tastes their sights.

The King,

he sees all the Seer’s plights.

The King, he has had an epiphany!

The King tastes the boy,

pissing upstream.

(I have no idea - I’m only a little sorry.)