I have my weakness learned—
Ugly, but no I can't
for a second hate its burning light.
I should be called reckless,
something close to wreckless,
you bet I prefer this maleness.
I leave the toilet seat up,
eat loudly and drop a ***** cup,
take a bath then go for my long lap.
It's the cost of my hero—
bravery wears this kind of raw.
Kings do what they **** well like,
sometimes breaking rhythm, ignoring strike.
a crown that’s heavy, thorned, and proudly worn.