The king whispers to me
things only I can hear.
when my medication runs out
when my medication runs out
The king blacks out faces
and tells me not to fear.
when my medication runs out
when my medication runs out
The king rides in my pocket
everywhere I go.
when my medication runs out
when my medication runs out
the king is everything I know.
A Magpie Tale
20 comments:
Love this. :) Oh, how that king doth speak.
Terrific!
The king is dead!
Original idea, well worked out.
This is interesting!
Personally, I find this terrifying.
Wow... glad I don't have a king like that.
Amazing write!
I fear the state more than the king right now.
Very nice. Love the repeating chorus, very nice. Thanks
Yet another good reason to raise taxes!
This is the one you hope isn't true, but you know it is deep down, and it makes you want to lock the door. Nicely done :)
Somewhat scary...
Haunting...with the repeated chorus I feel the desperation
"The King"... "medication"... Elvis?
I was silently clapping hands in delight throughout.
Hopping the state won't shut down the clinic! Nice write.
I'm shaking in my boots with FB -- this has a really black edge to it. Unless that king is a shaman, too. - Brendan
Frightening real--the worst kind of horror.
Haunting beauty and keeps recurring in the mind following stealthily!!
Neatly balanced between funny and frighteningly real. The patterns work a wonder.
I can only agree with the earlier comments. Poignant, to the point, well contained within the pattern of words.
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