Became a vulture when you wanted an eagle
Had hunger for carrion not fresh meat
Turned thief not regal
Rotten tasted so sweet
Not wearing your crown
I pick old bones, siting, lazy
homeless a flying clown
table manners, stark raving crazy
Both of us with feather
Nature's motherly hand did place
monarch as well as robber together
sans disgrace
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