UNBELIEVABLE! News Poem - King Maha Vajiralongkorn and his 20 COVID-19 Concubines
Channel: Actiune Baza
Date: 2020-04-02

News First, Poem Follows
From Express UK –
Thailand’s King flees coronavirus lockdown with 20 concubines to hide out in German resort
Excerpt:
King Maha Vajiralongkorn, 67, reportedly booked the entire Grand Hotel Sonnenbichl with “special permission” to break the lockdown in the Alpine resort town of Garmisch-Partenkirchen. He is isolating in the resort with 20 concubines and a large team of servants German tabloid Bild has said. The royal party was deemed a “homogenous group that does not change composition”, meaning the hotel could be reclassified as a residential home for the duration of the stay…..
The royal party was deemed a “homogenous group that does not change composition”, meaning the hotel could be reclassified as a residential home for the duration of the stay.
Newspoem-
The King Has Fled the Plague with His Retinue of Concubines
“In the early 21st century, during the era of Coronaville, the King of Thailand ran off with his salt and honey to a distant, safe land, while his people died…..”
‘because I could not suffer the calm
‘because I could not bore myself to death
‘because I was immune to the quiet
‘because the gold in my mouth tastes salty
‘because the people are filled with dirty air now
‘because I am loved and I cannot die
‘because the earth loves my body and needs me to fill it
‘because I must be
‘because I must possess the salt and the honey of the land from the safety of gilded saferooms
‘because I was never told no by anyone that lived
‘because they live through me and I must live in power, and power is possession, and possession is sex
‘because I can
‘because I can
Because if you were him you would be on that plane to Germany, King King, with your retinue of ‘please fill me’s’
Mercy protected you from such self-consumptions, not your lack of privilege to be so demigodded that you would traverse the planet in search of gold cages where you are kept in, but the reality of loss is kept out, left to the people who equip you, who fund you, who empower you with their worship and their blood.
‘because I am the King
‘because I must
‘because you can’t do a thing about it, peasant!
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