I Am the King of Un-Think Kingdom
I am a Thin-king slowly vanishing into oblivion
King of the un-thinkingdom!
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My closed mind
is like unto a
cobwebbed
dusty bible
in the home of
an atheist.
Today
I am the
king of the
procrastinators
as all my pages
stand before me
bent and humbled
with no message to deliver.
Only blank looks
fill their pale white faces
and all my subjects
have deserted me.
There is no decadent feast
of words and the only whine
is my exasperated sighs
wailed from the chambers
of my heart silenced
I have ruled paper
filling it with
creative decrees
but now I am
an unruly pauper
with no wit to
end my misery
The prints will not
inherit my wit,
my knights have fallen
with the setting sons,
i am left dragon
my emptied brain
a slain beast
I am crowned
with befuddlement
the cathedral
of my cranium
is hollow between
my temples
and it's empty windows
my eye's sockets
can see no jewels,
no pearls of wisdom,
in the unthinkingdom
over which I dwell.
Thus with no
declarations to pass
I sit dethroned
in the blockade
of my own mind.
A master of words
stuck in an
abbreviated rule.
© 2009 Matthew Frederick Blowers III