Bottle, Part II

And thus he spake...

"The king demands his crown back!"
Thanks to that, everyone is under attack.
Missing his crown:
the gold, the silver, the bronze, the jewel
Missing is peace:
Never has the land suffered a wrath so cruel.

Unfortunately for him, nobody can find it.
Unfortunately for them,
he's beheaded just about everyone in his courts-
tennis, basketball, racquetball, of law, of rule, and so forth.

Running away
Scurrying
Hiding
Fleeing

Away
from the madman's gaze.

But they run into his labyrinth.
His maze.
His garden of forking paths.

Goddamn power-hungry tyrant
If I had the means and methods
I'd smash his face and crush him like an ant.
His entire army
his legions
his personal guard.
His wife, that voluptuous wench!
I- I-
fucking crown
I'd -wear it
all over town-

All this in a drunken haze
That's how that sack of fur
spent most of his days.
Miserable fucking cur.

Being trapped in a bottle, after all
will cause your mind to stumble and fall.
Cracked is your shell
It hurts to swim in that liquid hell.

Soaked in some chateau
miles away from his little mind
swimming in the seas of some ancient year gone by
Trying to come up with a way to continue his wretched life
but the grizzly bear
who climbed into a bottle
chose a fate too large for him to bear.

He drank himself stupid.

Tzoo y-yorrr mizurrry AN-AN-AND dissssp-AIR!

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Drown?