My Attack On Royalty Poem by Naveed Akram

I play with lords and ladies
Often, and more often than you consider.
My name is not of a beggar, but a beautiful man,
Who is always in trouble from royalty.
My lordship was against the religious views I gave,
Yet only his profession obstructed understanding;
I laughed in his ears and eyes
As if I resented him, and his wife.
My only thought produced small wonders
Beginning the larger ideas, ending in philosophy
That I managed from sleep; the laughter died down.
In the end, my final thought was to play with the ladies
And gentlemen, and let wizardry be my mistress.