A rant, not a rumour, about a real man

I don’t believe in an arrangement

Of a ringmaster refusing to realize,

Not reprising a role of authority

I realize was never really real.

He won’t reincarnate as a robin when

There isn’t a belief in flying free

Riding the sharks in his dying brain.

I am what remains; I relate back

To a man who can only relapse 

Where I can not keep regiving

My heart’s energy as he replays

His wrongful reasons of ruling:

A royalty his favorite shade of red.