Though we cannot make our sun stand still, yet we will make him run.
Blue, resist the urge to use facebook. You can do it. Good luck.
Cats and dogs can be friends. So can cowboys and indians. So can we.
Why try to be the best when there's no hierarchy in heaven?

Saturday, April 30, 2016

If You Were a King... or Queen


If you were a king or queen, would you be fat n' sloppy? 
Would your hair look real cool or crappy like a Don King copy? 
Would your soul be pretty clean? 
Would you be sweet or mean? 
Would your palace be pristine as you relish your hygiene? 
Or would you be a Virgin Queen, yet hot n' steamy-trampy? 
Would it be "good to be the king" — Would you go Mel Brooks campy? 
Did you just "do it" and would you "do it again"? 
Would you be a dirty son of a queen or just a man like men? 

Stephen's axe once came a-knocking on my door: 
"Off with his head!" as I tumbled on the floor. 
Would you pull a King Louie on me
Or a King Willie (chop chop), selling dope like it were regal? 
Would your face resemble Sméagol 
(Not so much a Lord
Would you rather rule the Damned and go all overboard: 
Sucking my spleen, eating my liver — would you make me shiver 
And, like Hannibal, wish you were the Numidian king yet acting all aloof? 
Son of the king of the Myrmidons, would your heel be arrow-proof? 
Would you love your mirror on your mirror-mirror wall
Would you be the King of the Jungle or King of Queens
(It's gotta be a tough call!) 
Not an Arthur spoof but a Tarzan reboot completely out of stock? 
Would your pelvis match your rock as you rolled toward that flock? 
Would you Want It All and would you Want It Now? 
If you were my queen, would you make me bow? 
What if Prince had been a king — would he have seen the light? 
Would his Diamonds n' Pearls've been more than beads at night? 
What... you're the Queen of Disco come springtime, Summer too? 
Would you do the Disco Train wearing a blue suede shoe? 
Would your rap make me snap as I wish you'd shut that trap? 
Would Latifah close your yap, cause you're really full of crap? 
Would you rather march butt naked wearing clothes that can't be seen? 

If you were a king or queen, what kind of ruler would you be: 
Would you be known for your wacky idiosyncrasy?
Would you be kind and friendly — can a king be trusted?
Would I trust you while your crown was jewel-encrusted? 
Should you have been the King of the States
(Screw you, Trump, go clean your slates!) 
Would your health plan be kinda short of breath?
Would you be so cruel that you'd  inspire a costly death? 
Would you be a king of the people or a king of the rich? 
If not, a Queen of Fashion or a queen of kitsch? 

They say knowledge is king — could this be true? 
Tell me, what kind of royalty are you?

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Alice in Wonderland: The Reboot