Short Story of Glory

As I sit here on upon my throne,
I start to ponder the unknown.

I feel a sudden little slip,
A god almighty thunderous shit.

I do this for the crown, the people, the glory.
This my friend, is the end of my story.

By guest pooet, Lady Caca 

Pure Pooetry

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