Mad kings are sly Devils,
and like math homework,
they're hard to get rid of.
Like ex-boyfriends they
waltz the line of patience
with dawdling acknowledgements
and sluggish departures.
You find yourself the airline
agent, "Sorry sir, your departure
is booked and ticket printed -
please proceed to the gate."
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Haha! Reminds me of a former President...