Everything Perfect Poem by Zyw Zywa

The prince wants and demands, everything
must be perfect, he will
become the king, with the scepter
of gold, his is of silver
smeared with blood
of the solutions he comes up with
for another problem in reverse

His arm is strong, the silver is pure
and the world is a forge
for his hammering hand

The prince plays the jester, he laughs
at the severity of his life
he does what nobody else is allowed to do
and if anyone says anything about it
the girls start screaming
Bloody Murder
They want to marry him

His arm is strong, the silver is pure
and the world is a forge
for his hammering hand