Prince
you've been bred a prince
a kingdom at your feet
turning at the tips of your fingers
but your hand has been set and cast
overwhelming rage take two
your words roll off your lips
and everyone else smiles
and pats you on the back
but your crown is lopsided
and your words are too clean
too sacchrine-laced
death traps for the easily fooled
the ones who refuse to read between lines
but I'm no fool and I'm too smart
too jaded to believe your bullshit
your eyes dotted with jewels
and your t's crossed with a syringe
but what a princely liar you make
charm and a shiny wink of the eye
a good-lookin' young chap
owning the earth your squeaky clean sneaks tred
August 26, 2006