Heavy is the head that wears the crown
Heavier is the land that bears it.
Heaviest is the head of a drunk who’s down
For another round, so why waste it?
And another round comes next
And another round comes after
Even a king who has read all texts
Is reduced to waste and laughter
Heavy is the head that wears the crown
The land is what compels one to act
Lest one is in waters waiting to drown
Man and woman have an endless pact
A pact that must be honoured
A pact that must be kept
Lest the drunk demons take over
A king must always be adept
Many men will chase wealth and power
But only a few will seek wisdom
The bottle is a vessel like the tower
And all men will want a kingdom
But who is to bear all the land?
Is it the king or drunk or you?
The drunk can only sadly demand
And who will do what is true?
Fools will forget, wise men will remember
Fortune favours the bold
For he who does not dismember
The soul, will be warm and never cold
Wealth or wine or women or warmth
The crown shall come with a cost
The cost is the envious dearth of others
Stay steady or all will be lost!
The crown is heavy and must stay steady
Tis the women who choose the king
And as for the man who is steadfast ready
It is for him the queen will sing.
Steady is the head that wears the crown
Steadier is the land that bears it.
Steadiest is the head of drunk who’s down
Upon the ground, all wasted.