Clones and Kings

clones are sitting on thrones
wearing crowns made of aluminum
kings are cowering in the corner,
   as the script is flipped

I've seen kings and clones
playing war games with toy soliders
speaking with forked tounges
like a cobra dances, waiting to strike

arrows bounce of the castle walls
O' hear their ambiguous cries
as the phonograph spins a dirge
singing songs of kings and clones

O' hero lying in a pile of the slain
    cutting through the gristle
clones feast upon flesh, like trolls
    kings pretend to be royal
        licking their lips