A Prom King’s
tilted crown,
he’ll dance
with anyone in town,
except her,
in the wheel chair,
because, “should
she even be there?”
A tilted
crown on a big old head,
football
star, filling nerds with dread,
he’ll pretend
he’s cool in the front,
but behind
their backs he calls ‘em all, “cunt.”
The
spotlight on the Prom King,
he’ll wave
his hands, flaunt a pinkie ring,
he got from
his dad, who bought a wing,
for the school after a scandalous fling.
There was a
Prom Queen,
we haven’t
seen,
she might be
held up by security at
the door. She’s not from here it seems.
The Prom
King’s first dance to his song,
a country
tune to which he gets the words wrong,
in a circle
by himself, surrounded by lackeys, slack-jaws
and yokels, in rhythm with no one, harrumph and
pshaws.
The DJ was
wrong, the Prom King got the words right,
that DJ
should be fired immediately and on sight.
How dare he
disagree, he’s the Prom King with a decree,
“Everything
I say is right, if you disagree, kiss my ass tonight!”
The Prom
King’s tilted crown, lower on the brow,
confused by
the unwillingness of people to kowtow,
to each
crazy demand, statement or thought,
“Don’t they
know how good they’ve got?”
The Prom
King spits and froths near the end,
he wants a
new limo, a new driver, a new friend,
he wants a
new Queen (But we still haven’t seen her,
so there’s
little drama to the scene.)
The Prom
King’s crown tilted and cocked,
might not be
the issue we thought to concoct,
It must be
his head that’s so off center,
next Prom, I’m
sure we’ll vote better.
The night is
over, the dancing’s all done,
there’s no
more spiked punch or fights to be won,
The Prom
King, alone on the bleachers, he’ll fail this
year,
because of the teachers.
“Don’t blame
me, I was cool. They just hated me,
that stupid
school,” he’ll be heard years later to say,
working at
Dad’s office in real estate
and
considering a role as a delegate.
Be careful
who you elect as your Prom King,
he might be
a bully, a brat or a ding-a-ling,
and he’ll
grow up with that victory in mind,
classless,
tasteless and unkind.
A Prom King’s
tilted crown,
could become
the bane of every town,
so smarten
up, and listen,
we wouldn’t
want this to come to fruition.