Queen B

Queen B

Once a prince,
But now a king,
He's a royal wasp,
But She is his sting.

Summoning fools
And chopping their heads,
Or boiling their bodies
Until they are dead.
Hanging the servants,
Gutting the cooks,
Freely consorting
With gamblers and crooks.
The King himself
Made efforts to tame her,
He's the only rich man
Not allowed in her chamber.
She bathes in milk
To make sure she's fresh,
While the courtyard stinks
Of burning flesh.

The brutish King
Has lost his power.
He sits alone
Atop his tower.
She runs the kingdom
Like she runs his life,
Her voice is sweet,
But she carries a knife.

Her spirit's as young
As this story is old,
Her eyes as hot
As her heart is cold.
Vagrants must praise her
Before they can sup,
And she'll cut out their tongues
If they do not speak up.
The knights of the court
Tried to make her see reason -
She threw them in jail
And hung them for treason.
She rides through the square
In a killing machine,
The King is weak,
So long live the Queen.

Born a princess
You can never be King,
But being the fool's wife
Is the second best thing.