The King…

I speak and the subjects arise;

they hear my voice and come to attention.

Great is the desire to please this man they call king.

Commands are met, none ignored, all fulfilled with great respect and excitement.

Scraps of my bounty carry more value than the rarest stone.

The eyes firmly locked awaiting the slightest gesture of acknowledgement.

Seated in the throne of position, contentment finds them at my feet.

An emperor to these hairy beasts I relish contentedly.

A slobbering serfdom.

It’s great to have a dog.


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