A King Without a Clue


Upon a lifeless chair, I sit.
Upon my head, a lifeless crown.
With no intentions or a clue
I'm told to rule this realm.
This is not what I signed up for.
This is all too much.
They come to me and beg for things
Like food and cash and stuff.
But I'm not able — capable of
Delivering what they need.
I asked for this unknowingly
For want of coin and greed.
I am just a figurehead —
A King without a clue.
My subjects ask for many things
I know not what to do.
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