The Queen sat on her throne,
You sat there barely a jester,
You flailed your arms widely,
Yet you were only a pester,
You threw your life ragged,
Your body was her will,
The life was much better,
Yet you sat and cried still,
The mechanic came in one day,
Long from the dirty hard work,
His muscles aching and hurting,
Yet he could always end with a smirk,
He took your life in the palm of his hands,
But you sought it in the deep black sea,
You fell down the endless well,
Instead of being let be.
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