The King: A Poem

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The King

by Cosmic Poet Simon Pole

Of five square feet I am the king,
Around the tub my edicts ring:
Let no scoundrel abscond this soap,
Or pinch the plumbing with a rope—
This basin have I feudalized,
To be but by me utilized.

A dirty bastard was I once,
Proclaimed by teachers as a dunce,
A grubby napkin was my shoe,
And …