Tiltmeter Rusty Coat Hanger 2
With backs to the wall you charm them with all your
plans. Red carpet roll let it unfold from your hands.
Pave your own way- you peasant, you slave, you extra.
Silence the crowd with a touch of your crown. Snap your
fingers from the desk all the way to the boardroom. They
will not breathe a word. They'll listen and they'll
learn. Stand over your subjects until retreat. Take
cover, a noble royal move. No one's meant to be here but
me and you. Your empire caught fire, left for ashes in
the cold, throats too dry to chant unto the throne. Light
up, prosper. Find a neck to sink your teeth. A henchman
trusted, instructed to wipe the white horse clean.
