and i am the king of fools!

a title i wear proudly, until i get sick of it.
i am a filthy rotten pervert with a friendly smile
who wants to get to know you so he can fuck your mind, too

a transient in a three piece suit
who feasts on ill-gotten delicacies and laughs
in the face of self-proclaimed self-made execs from across the table

a vagabond, the shabby king
in wrinkled robes and tarnished crown
because fuck high maintenance ornamentation, i'll just dust it off

disreputable disastrous sham of a poet
never slams, jams or makes a show of respect
admires the dreck and doggerel, at least it's funny, right?

sandcastle prospector, erecting wishy washy
stabs at parody of solid structure, joins waves in knocking it over
fuck it, the night is young and warm, just how i like my women, tonight the sky's my mistress.