Analysis of A Dead Kings Greed

King George, my late king of Britain,
Oh how the colonies forever have you smitten,
Controlling laws of lands you thought you had mastered,
Hah! in the end, you were remembered as some old, greedy bastard.
As powerful, and strong as you have surely claimed to be,
You were run through by young beaten down teens.
You had a good run, I’ll give you that my Lord
But at the end of your life, you were both death and blind,
Dementia ruled over your mind,
But yet your love for power stayed
You ruled your kingdom
Though you might as well be dead from a blade,
However, you shaped America for the better, in the end, dare I say.
Still, though, I’m glad we didn’t stay.