Are You Done Now? Poem by D.N. Rebb

You may be a king's son,
But no longer prince
Like mother, on the run
Memoirs to convince

Couldn't go away quietly
Spit on your silver spoon
Antagonized defiantly
Now royalty immune

The world saw you as a hero once,
Ten years of military service
With adolescence full of repulse
You knew how to make the Queen nervous

No better than a Kardashian
Gotta make your money somehow
Shame your disowned brother on the chin
Is there more, or are you done now?