Poem: The Pharoah's Lament

If I'm OK today,
if I'm on the right path,
than destiny's fucked,
fucked right in the ass.

I used to be Pharoah
and queens brushed my hair,
I now live on garbage
and use crates for chairs.

I once had great pyramids
which were built to the sky,
now living in cardboard,
it helps to keep dry.

So when mother tells you,
that bad pays a price.
I wish to assure you,
she says good advice.

Through reincarnation
I've been brought so low,
I have to now wonder,
what my next life will show.