my kingdom


I'm the king of all I can see

With my glasses that's three feet in front of me


You could be my queen

Preparing the royal jelly for tea


We'd spend our days on ikea beds

Texting requests to an army of apps


Anything you could think of is at your command

Don't let a poor imagination get in the way of demands


Sometimes we do good 

Sometimes we don’t

Royal urges 

Spring from our guts


What’s the mystery of our wealth

How do we pull it off

No one's seen the treasure

Hidden in our hearts


We could go to work ironically

Just to remember how the people live


Toiling away at our dreams

With a little credit magic we keep up the image


Traveling the kingdom in a rented car

Staying for the weekend on a duke’s floor

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