King

'King' is one of my oldest poems. i remember how i had written it in biology class. Ahh... STD 8th. Nothing Like It!

Written, given, read and bought
All done without a thought.

Yet there is a false notion,
of there being a magic potion.

How could he possibly do it?
Well he could and everyone knew it.

Everyone ignored, Cast aside,
The possibility that maybe he'd decide.

To make the right choice at least this once,
not do "evil" in abundance.

So since everyone thought the he would fail,
and wind up somewhere in jail.

He rose up and fought the assumption,
And now he's King, Thanks to no magic potion.

T.F.M