protesting king ulmans malicious prosecution

i'm proposing a new holiday
like none other in our nation
to honor those who follow me
down fiery corridors to self immolation

a day to honor citizens
who's lives have been destroyed
by this wicked king who treats us
like we're just his private toys

for the lives that he has decimated
now a memory or bowl of dust
punished by royal edict
for saying what we must

the evils of our wicked king
too much for this summation
my only response left to him
my public self immolation

if you're wondering what it is that makes him tick
this ken who thinks he's king
it's raking in his slumlord profits
while his pockets go "ching ching"

he's had hundreds of opportunities
and at least twice as many days
the onus on me, as it should
to set myself ablaze

true it's not an easy path
but for me this is my calling
the time has come, in noble style, to end this life
no more begging this king, no more crawling

some of the press is spineless, like our king
and when it comes to tv stations
they'll crawl from the woodwork to broadcast live
my public self immolation

i stood my ground and i'm proud of that,
he couldn't make me cower,
but now that all is said and done,
i'll die at kens george howard

offer me no sympathy
shed no tears for me
i must complete this final act
for all the world to see

it's not that this is suicide,
cause i have special powers,
when my flames subside and smoke clears,
i'll walk unscathed from kens george howard

i've no desire to leave my remains
to science and education
i have a duty to destroy whats left
by public self immolation

they've never been around to help me much
and far as i know neither have you
i want my flesh obliterated
so you can't use it too

it's better than cable, better than netflix
so grab a seat and just be patient
my response to this kings malicious prosecution
is my public self immolation

i'd suggest that for our futures
and the generations we leave behind
put this skunk in jail for the rest of his life
please, if you'd be so kind

don't be so serious.
the powers that be like to say my poetry is actually a "to do" list.
if that's the case, why has nothing on my supposed
''to-do " list ever been "to-done?"

WHO'S GOING TO PROSECUTE THE KING?

CHILDHOODS END

i never thought i'd see the day
i was blindsided by the police
they've always been direct and upfront
making everything easy to see

but this order by the king to beat me down
by any means necessary
their sudden assault for political gain
has made me a little bit wary

they say that they like helping people
and i've always believed that true
but maybe i just don't qualify
cause i'm not in their book of who's who

it's not that i started out in life
with any focus on the police
but as a youth a cop lived next to me
and the kids thought that was pretty neat

it wasn't me who went looking for them
it was they who were looking for me
a very dark day in 1982
wanting to see who this madman might be

they busted my chops and gave a stern lecture
"you can't take the law into your hands
you have to call the emergency number
and turn it over to the trained policeman"

and then a time in '84
when crazy was still a little new
they said, "it's time to leave this alone,
you have better things to do"

then in '87, '92 and 2002
when i was straddling that black and white line
sometimes more helpful than medical professionals
they were an anchor for my drifting mind

there was never any hostility
and i was never treated bad
they said you're not exactly the criminal type
but you may be a little bit mad

idols fall and gods will tumble
they always fall from grace
when atop my shattered pedestal
i put the best of the human race

i'm much too old for these childhood ideals
and this one will never mend
i let down my guard and let them get close
i guess this is childhoods end