I Am The King

Below the naughty brain of seventy three plus Two eyes though affected by the cataract Can't read without two concave lenses But below the eyes there is a heart intact. Where there is beauty there are my eyes Where there are my eyes there is beauty I still rule the kingdom of my large empire, My old smile is still too sexy and pretty. My lips dance still on my kingly command Though I faced a mutiny of this loyal general, It revolted with a large army of blocked arteries I managed to escape from my dethroning funeral. A 1.1 cm. stone in the neck of gallbladder Curtailed the supply of insulin I need Deprived of cake, sweets and custard To my craze of sweetness sweet love I feed. The aesthetic fountain that rises from my heart Makes my empire green, fertile and wonderful I counter my enemies with the drugs of love Who can face me if I can face my God merciful? My hands and legs are obedient to me I can still face God standing in prayers Though arthritis gives my knee a lot of pain I am the King capable of defeating my all slayers.