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A King and His Throne
When Nature comes a callin’
I answer it like a man,
Yes, I take my business seriously
when I’m stikin’ up the can.
When I come home to my castle
and sit down on my throne,
I don’t want a queen beside me
it’s time I need alone.
Don’t ask me when I’ll be through or
knock upon the door,
I feel a rumble way down deep
and I know what is in store.
It’s when I do my reading and ponder
the meaning of life,
And let out a sign of relief
when I rid my body of strife.
JRS © 10-31-03
the"Okie" Poet
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