Dinner of the Pauper King by Mike Williams 04/24/2016 @ 5:21 P.M.

I am the live long pauper king, 
Who dines on impossible dreams. 
Disillusioned by such small affairs, 
In a country seeming lost of all cares. 

Thus equal in haste should I leave, 
Reproach, ridiculle, or reprieve. 
I'd not give a fig or farthing, 
To keep among the mental starving. 

I prefer learning's much deeper way, 
Or difficult merits which long-term pay. 
To have a perfect moment's freedom, 
Aye! Wouldn't it be my kingdom! 

To tell you even turnips bleed, 
Oh! This place of vultures and thieves. 
I reach and strive a golden ring, 
The dinner of the pauper king.