Global Royalty

Every man is a king
And every woman a queen of her castle
It’s the job of the King
To deal with the hassle

Of the Queens court
Her majesty’s rule is the retort
Ruling the royalty of her brood
She runs the Kingdom and sets the mood

Upon her throne
She issues commands
To the prince and princesses
Throughout her land

She bows to the king
And does her thing
To soothe the crown
And remove his frown

Those he’s in charge
She’s living large
For behind the throne
She controls the bone
And knows she rules alone

The king being happy
Now needs his nappy
And leaves his throne
To rest his royal bone

With his scepter pleased
And his kingdom now seized
Temporary abdication
The queen takes her station

Upon the abandoned throne she rests
And secretly
The King she detests

How he is weak
With an empty sack
Perhaps it is time to attack

And present a list of demands and chores
Get to work king
You worthless whore

Earn your keep
In this castle of yours
Do the laundry
And wash the floors
And while you’re at it paint the doors

You may sit upon the throne
But it is I
Who controls the bone
This is the power I own

So, wear your crown
And do as your told
And you may get lucky
To get into my fold

Outside the kingdom
You’re my king
Here in the castle
You do my thing

We both know
Where the power lies
Under my nose
And between my thighs

So be a good boy
And do as your told
If not
I will grow cold

And look for a new king
To reel in
By his ding a ling

Eric (and sometimes not)