Typical Thursday in the kingdom of the disillusioned.

Typical Thursday in the kingdom of the disillusioned,

 all is on the up and up

The man who is trying not to stare at me could care less

If he is found out by my incredible powers of observation.

I would walk right out the door right now

Kiss a stranger and ask him if he would like to love me

But as it stands I am a kept servant to the king of the fools

Just as you want, it is done.

The people around the block must find it hilarious

Seeing the mess you have made of things

And how I take the broom up in my hand

fear not, I will sweep up all the filth

And make the floor shiny and clear

But I can’t say that I still love you.

Or if I ever really had.

Love, to have to hold and to cherish

I am not so sure that anyone really ever cherished you,

 except maybe nasty women who haunt you in your dreams.

That’s just what you planned though isn’t it?

How you must relish the fact that the world bows to you

And those of us who know better, carry  your luggage

While hiding our disdain.

And you stand on your mountain top

Searching for me and making sure I am still there

And everytime I tell myself, to pack up my morals

And run  as far away from you as I can, I weep

Because I hate you so much sometimes

And if my heart weren’t spending so much time breaking for you

I would have more time for breathing

But as it stands, those those wishes are not reality

And I remain but a servant

With you as my ruler in a land of never never