King Of Poetry Hill, Part 11

The king took off his crown
and walked into the town
where he met a beggar who lived upon the street.
And the beggar, he did say, "Can you help me out today
for I have a yearning I fear I just cannot beat."

"You fool," said the king in disguise
as he stared at the beggar's sad eyes,
"Is there not a thing for yourself that you can do?
For to look to strangers and say you need their help today
is proof of addictions that simply aren't worthy or due.

Get a job!"

"You're the fool," said the beggar to the king,
"for to think that your riches and things
might make you better than beggars who live on the street.
For while my addiction is horrid
at least I've got brains up in my head
and if give the choice on your throne I'd be resting my feet."

And as the sad king ran away
not knowing the words he should say,
the beggar, he laughed and shouted these words to the king,
"Run like the fool that you are
for never will you run so far
that tomorrow you'll come running
to hear the words beggars must sing.