They wanted a new king to sit up on a puppet throne All they got was an old king that went on digging up bones Never mind they say we can control him and pull his strings His strings were all but broken the puppet man had awoken That rough attire which set the nation on fire was he not for hire The taste of freedom he had taken the rest is left unspoken IV The committee said to have no fear the bastard shall be broken Making fancy speech they sort to impeach that horrible bitch Saying follow our wish or your bones we will bleach I think not the puppet reply I like it here more than anywhere Some like it hot others like it cold but he would not fold as told And so the saga remains the puppet fame or are we to blame Hail to the King III He is running again clearly the man is insane is it just for fame Drunk with intolerance or ignorance who cares it’s the game Take a page from Crazy Donald A Duck in Pebble Land remain He could well be the leader of this wealthy land untamed uncheck This only happens when all is to be blamed trying hard to defame To some it's just a game left to others they will try in vain For Donald will win again trying to detain his morels has not changed And when it's all over the blame game begins Donald wins again Kenvil Atkins Lewis/ for Into The Mist Poetry 2024 Timeless Poetry Series