The Prince Who Let Go

Adult Fairytale #57

I’m just cycling through my daydreams

The one where I’m a prince

And I break out of my prison

With a sword made of gold

And all the peasants cheer

When I hold it to the sun

And I find a peasants daughter

And I make her my princess

And we declare a socialist republic

And I renounce the throne

And democracy isn’t enough

So we we move close to anarchy

But everything still works

And everyone’s enough

And no one mentions Trump

And God isn’t used for guilt

But to lift us up

And we remember how to

relax and love

That today is enough

We don’t need stuff

We need love.

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