Nitro von Borax

There’s a nasty little princeling
in a castle made of shit,
All his pennies suffer pinching;
he’s a mincing hypocrite
& the people he should care for
are neglected as he wanks
On the bones of noble ancestors
who weren’t mountebanks
& he praises and prays on
& preys on their children
his children beg for food
he buys little girls for millions
& everyone gets screwed
he has 40 blood stained windows
& 1000 silver spoons
A pool of tiny minnows
& zero earned doubloons
& he’s evil & disgusting
but he’s terribly polite
It’s ok, Young Asian Lusting
& revolting appetites
most perverted & abhorrent
loving only golden dross
& he gloats of spunk he’s spurted
& it matters not the cost

You use things, love people!
Use people, love things?
Use bones for your temple
You’re no fucking king.
Your every possession
Drips with the blood
Of every aggression
Each crushed flower bud