In a far off land...He had no siblings...no heirs...no friends.He had ONLY his CONSTITUENCY to keep him warm at night...his constituency and his Delusions of Grandeur...Why do I call them Delusions, you ask??I mean,after all...He WAS a KING...So...He had must''ve had SOME semblance of REAL GRANDEUR...Right??
Well...the truth was...No matter HOW much STATUS and POSITION he had...No matter HOW many servants and officers and "paid lovers" he could commission...(all for SHOW!)At the end of the day...He had ONLY HIMSELF to face in the mirror,only his HOMELY puss...his receded hairline...his pigeon toes...his portly body...And his CADRE of GUILTY memories and HAUNTING issues...So he sat on his AUDACIOUS throne...his audacious, SEASONAL throne...thwarting the peoples'' humble missions...Disrupting their attempts at ascension...Pillaging Soup Kitchens...Arresting loitering beggars...(looking ONLY to feed their starving children)as he rode through the town on his RICHSHAW...pulled and carried by 2 women...(2 of his ex-wives actually!)Sucking down his oily, turkey legs...Slurping gallons of his MANISHEVITZ wine through a straw...(He was a KOSHER king!)Remodeling, yet AGAIN, his isolated castle...changing the GAWDY MEZUZOTH...for the umpteenth time...in the hopes of changing the STAGNANT energy in the castle...But try as he would...the king could never achieve even a MODICUM of inner peace...for he was ETERNALLY and PERPETUALLY DOOMEDto being on the WRONG side of the moral and ethical fence...Well...this is just a FABLE after all...
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