We brought giant baskets of fresh roses filled to the brim.
We were there to give gifts.
Gifts to a king who decorated with dried flowers.
Maybe he didn't know they were dead.
We bowed down with all our blossoms
bending our backs, petals spilling as we kneeled.
He turned us away,
insulted by our offering.
He's flying away to his new home in New York today.
(sniff)- miss you buddy