A Royal Role Play Poem by Earnest Gatuma

'Mind your Ps and QS Chucky likes it cold',
The Boogeyman molded my superego,
Now I got the temperature high in the cubicle,
PTSD medicating due to a kingsman meltdown,
Am still bored but I have a number of options,
I could ponder into the spiritual folklores,
Read about Lucifer's transition,
From an aesthetic being to one prone to rejection,
From tradition to conviction,
Liberals should show empathy to Lucifer's status quo,
How do you compute the balance between God and the devil?
For eons, It has been one system in ones and zeros.

Now am duller from the thoughts brought on by the folklore,
I'd rather have the R and Blues in stereo,
Sink into infatuations,
I want to reminisce how Aphrodite danced to Trey Songz',
Back then in a field blossoming daffodils,
I was second to none in her eyes till she saw more apples,
Now my heart grapples,
Fighting the trauma getting me into denial,
I am a kingsman who does not serve any royal,
So I hold on to this pipe that is purple,
And call myself 'king' with the scepter so purple.