The sultan sits on his throne
demanding to be entertained by poetry–
Poet, entertain me– he shouts as he farts and wheezes
I give you my time– ffppptttt!
(whew!)Entertain me goddamn it!
Hehe! As much as my flatulence
Register something in my brain
That lingers so well
Entertain me you fool
I’ll consume you while I flush
My personal comedian, entertainer
Maybe my thoughts don’t matter,
I’ll just use yours as my own later
To the imaginary harem I’ve collected on Twitter
Of pretty young girls less than half my age
A king’s prerogative you know
In the state of self absorption
Demanding that you know less than what I desire
Entertain me you son of a bitch
While I am wiping my ass and chastising you
With chirps and squeaks.
Are those the sounds you hear
When you read my words?
What’s the matter?
Don’t you want to serve me?