Le Roi Est Mort Poem by Paul Warner

One king dies,
another substitutes,
lineage, family tree,
monkey nepotism,
from ancient times.

Robert the Bruce,
his spider,
Marie Antoinette,
her cake,
king George,
his madness,
all half baked.

The Dule of York,
Humpy Dumpty,
on the wall,
up the hill like,
Jack and Jill,
the world is,
tumbling after.

Fight for land,
surrounded by sea.
cliffs of Dover,
it's no answer,
can't you see?

Rigor Mortis,
Sets in at an,
early age,
cements the soul,
with a coloured flag,

Lying in a church,
with a dog at your feet,
sculpted for what that's worth.
immortality, heaven and hell.

You're never coming back,
you weren't even here!
It's a game with,
a futile outcome.
Nobody ever wins!