On nobility

I’s in an elevator going up, and tho woman called me supergirl, I had to go back down

Angel has to cop my sarcastic jokes ’cause mums in hospital, I said, I’m sure James Joyce didn’t have a wannabe writer cat who kept attacking his books, pens, and phone

I love making freaks look stupid, tho I don’t do anything except be the butt of their “jokes”

Yet

Born into plebeian squalor – the full range of human emotions

At the sight of you, queen

I keep my promise to defend you against every evil that comes near the bounds of your sovereignty

In your honour, fight for you in valour, annoints my loyalty, and my undying love for some greater cause

And as your wannabe submissive, lady, I boldly proclaim myself your noble knight: true to you, I will always be