Make sure to soak every second of this in
Swipe away the condescending stares and slurs
The ones flung by the powerless low set girls
The attack of your candour behind SMITE accounts

Because your the monarchy right here and now
And the parliament, as well as the rebels and movers
In the arms of your sidekick, in the comfort of his seat
As the subjects grasp for tributes and activities
All to feel for one second they were on your level
Soak it in young’un this’ll be the only time it’s in reach
The only time a flick of the wrist, results in a new glass
Each curve of the spine, encouraging the spit reserve

The aged might tear into the bobbing of the lap
But were they any different, all them nights ago
They gritt their teeth ever second they’re not in your shoes
To command a committee of admirers
To ascend past a 2nd class citizen
Oh what a treat! What she’d give to return to that……