Bejewelled Blight

Not at all majestic

Photo by Krzysztof Hepner on Unsplash

I show off — my diamond — crown
All around — the nearby — town.
The sad peasants — stop and — stare
One does not — really — care.

It nestles — my head — so neat
My rich crown makes — me — complete.
The foul serfs — call me — a prig
One does not — afford — a fig.

The crown upon — me — shall stay
My grand pomp — so — to display.
The plebs envy — me — in vain
One sneers — with — icy distain.

My birthright — my wealth — my crown
I askance — forever — down.
The wild hordes — move — to rebel
One does still — detest — their smell.

My gemmed crown — I proudly — flaunt
The starved masses — so — to taunt.
One laments — for — heaven’s sake
Let the beggars — just — eat cake.