High in your regal chair
staring down
at those you think
beneath you
haughty glare
does it not rain where
you live
does life
not get too much to bare
viscious
venomous
tongue
ugliness
pervades your world
yet you do not see
pardon
the world
for our sincere
meek forms
seek solace
in pain
oh regal
pretentious
ugly life
you lead
alone
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