The King’s Clown Manggugg is watching the Prince
eyes glazed, a drooling stare, this hunchback thinks
and Prince Goodabs subtle-smiles, the crowd goes wild
handsome sneezes, the duchess in front pleased
all feastgoers gaze, Prince’s royal pinky raised
and three thick hours all knights and lords and ladies
keep rictus grins through Prince Goodabs’ routine
Ah shit he paused, and they forgot to applause
the crowd silently prays, no brown bag days
the days for wearing bags with dicks on, drawn
the prince’s lil’ chin butt is trembling uh oh
he’s really gonna nuclear bomb explode
he’s peed on everyone’s dishes before
then the prince stopes and stares
the crowd looks over there and
manggugg’s got his cheeks out
he’s caked to the gods, how
manggugg grabs a butt
and pulls it, abrupt
making a little boing
the prince flips the table
laughs, “fart if you’re able”
and mangugg makes his day
the crowd is saved