"To begin this exposition

about the ruler's disposition,

I must state my one ambition

is to say my soul opinion

and explain my one prevision

to enlighten our revision

on the prior king's decision

to have this heir in recognition

as king with his permission.

He is awful!

For his statements are fake,

promises half-baked

to the point you can't shake

every one mistake,

for there's only so much

a nation like ours can take.

In addition,

on no condition

did the last king say

to destroy all opposition

and cause social division."

And that's as far as I'd get.

As far as they'd let.

For the word count was set,

and let's not forget!

It would make the ruler upset.

I shoved away all regret

as I hid behind a cigarette

Until the man of the hour

came personally armed with threat.

"You're playing roulette, Marquette." he said.

"I bet."

"Marquette!"

I had immediate regret.

"Do not fret, Marquette.

You're only in debt

Because luckily,

your poems are objet."

So he liked my talent.

Who wouldn't?

But this was just to act gallant.

"Truly?"

"Fully."

"What's the catch?"

At that moment, he smiled cruelly.

"Your duty is set loosely.

To stand beside me.

Enlighten me.

Amuse me."

"And if I don't?"

"You'll be a ghost."

"..."

And so my sad story goes

a provoked and invoked

roast to my quote;

Where I'm left to be devote

to this shoat.

Promoted from city fool

to the kingdom's entertaining mule.

The king's newest jewel.

I'm doomed to complain

in vain!

Such shame!

How utterly lame.

Oh well,

for now I'll simply enjoy my fame.

For now, whilst his anger is tame.