Once

I wrote a poem about the King of Sweden
I know nothing about Swedish royalty
That King was like the moon
I know nothing about the moon
I’ve heard the police
Pay strict attention to it
When its full
There are problems in the streets
I picture the King
With a falcon’s hood
Over his head
Waving to ghosts
Everyone needs
Minor amusements
When wars
Are described as heroic

Author: skuusisto

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