Long live the King He has the best medicine and tech in the world But he lies still in the best clothes on the best bed He’s got doctors with no timelines Men with thick midlines and greasy hairlines They shuffle through their books then shuffle in a beeline To the doors with no answers The women come with youth in their sleeves Youth in their posture, youth in their gaze Looking down on the silent man in his silent robes Is he dead? No, he is just waiting for you To wake him up in the right ...
