The King Of Partytown

His stumbly shadow is creeping up the alley, penetrating the ghostly light
     The king stomps through as if falling towards something
     Away, distant music, the sound of revelers in their prime
     He finds a quiet spot to lean and relieve himself

     The world is his urinal this king, this giant, this emperor, of this Party Town
     Fumbling with his royal scepter, just in time, he sighs and pays tribute to the cobbles
     Kings ne’er lose balance, the wire fence is kind enough to support
     He extends the royal palm and greets the fence with a kingly grumple and glurp
     A sprightly puss scurries forth from a waste bin with a mew and a hiss

     “FUCK YOU KITTY!”

     The King yells, for a cat is nothing to a King
     A mongrel awakened by the commotion of the King’s visit
     Rushes to the fence to get a closer look at the dark regal figure
     They bark and howl at one another ‘til they both succumb to wheezes and pants

     The King lets out a glorious hiccup that shakes his majestic frame
     Breathing through dragons nostrils
     The King empties his tyrants stomach
     What a gracious King for this second gift to the city
     The imperial spasms begin to subside
     The King of Party Town wipes his lips and saunters on into the night
     In search of more libations and revelry

     The way back has been blocked by metallic monsters
     Blue strobe lightening bolts shooting from their heads
     The King turns his nose up at these party poopers and strolls on
     Party Town ain’t what it used to be he thinks
     Perhaps a late night dip in the cleansing river
     A King’s baptism

     The river city is teaming with life as the King of Party Town sheds his clothes
     A man, a myth, a legend, a giant, a GOD
     The water holds him as he gazes up
     At the city
     His CITY!
     “I OWN THIS BITCH!!!”  he screams into the night