King of the Clowns

I am the king of everything.
I am a clown.
I hear what I want
when you’re not around.
I look at my things.
I sit on my seat
hearing these words;
feeling this heartbeat.

I reach with my hands
commanding my air.
Declaring my will,
but no one is there.

I fancy my sunlight
admiring the shine
announcing to my subjects,
“Everything is fine!”

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