There are foolish fools 
Who play on my kindness 
I have been pouring 
Into the overfilled cups 
That their grimy hands 
Have held out for me 
Waiting….and waiting
Like the succubus, swine
That they all are 
For far too long 
What they don’t know 
Is while they think 
Their other hand is sly 
It’s already been cut off 
With the butcher knife 
They bountifully offered me
Royalty knows you always
Feed the hungry 
Spare the Poor