a dish for the king

When I hear "meal fit for a king" 
I'm like fuck that and fuck you. 
Kings can eat a bag of (the
public's sovereign) dicks, publicly
for for all I care of "kings"! Queens 
too, and being rather damn broad 
minded in comeuppance, throw in 
a big bag of sovereign hoo-hoos,
far more fit for royalty to munch
and chow down on than the sumptuous
or excellent repasts we pronounce "fit"
for them. Try a big bag of sovereign 
public pudenda, your majesties. 

A meal that won't quite fit in your 
prim, frowning mouths, will it? Just 
go ahead now, you deserve it far 
too well. 
 
And you can't even do anything 
about it! Used to be a king, if 
you caught one out in public 
without a cheering, teeming 
mob to support him you could 
do as you please with the tyrant! 
If the mob knew and liked him 
better than you though - watch it. 

You and they were ruled. You had 
to scrape and slave, debasing your
self now for that haut clothed clown.

If only the mob was you, I mean - and 
thought all as you did, about it! Off with
his crown AND head then, buddy! 

Nowadays, no dice. Whichever people 
kept their kings and such, it's because 
of perverse and more or less full public 
enjoyment of the absurdity! Posed far 
too often as partly ironic and smart.

Whenever you get a king, half the time
his own people think it's cute. "Pft!" they
say. It's no big deal. Grow up, crybaby,
that man's allowed a certain pomp and high
style luxury just to show we can well afford it!
Royalty's a status symbol, a conspicuous excess
that shows the team nobility of the mob. 

Well that's one fucking theory. As they are 
the people, and sovereign as all hell in ways 
you or I may not care for or see the point of, 
they get a free pass on kings, queens, any and 
all that princess princeling crap, raising up 
their innocent babes and brats to be too big 
in the britches, all swanning about above us
all, swooning at the sight of too commoners.

If that's what they want - fuck them, I honor 

it. The will of the people - like the human 
heart itself - it knows what it wants. Honor 
it or die for opposing their just will. 

Whatever the people do or uphold for a couple
generations running, you can pretty much guess
they just will. Kings! In this day and age! 

That's a long running vogue, vogue, vogue 
to choke Madonna herself in the throat if 
she tried to ape it to a hot beat on a public 
dance floor. Now that shows real royalty
who has class, but me I say: praise Lorde
and pass. 

I say, instead of "fit for a king" why not 
rise up?
Declare the meal
"An accomplishment fit for a slave of such
mastery ALL scullery workers should take
notes, and ape its mastery of kitchen arts
displayed! Only one possessed of the humility
of true nobility to slave away in a lifetime's
drudge they loved (obviously) doing yeoperson's
work - doing YEO WORK, for you, yo - could
possibly attain to such deft and potent puissance
of dish-on-plate!

When the meal's that fit, I prefer to pay due 
to the one whose fitness in the kitchen made
it so! Not to some absent and gluttonous, high
-standards monarch hovering invisibly
everywhere, 

waiting 

to be invoked