The Unknown King

The King with the Cloak of Invisibility

The unknown king watched over all he could see. Yet none could see him. Oh, they could see him alright, I mean with their eyes, but they could not, or did not, or refused to see him as king. “We no longer have kings. Not here.” And yet there he sits, surveying.

This arrangement pleased the king, for he knew he could thereby escape all the bread and circuses that did so exhaust him and take his from his true love and that was tending the critters and learning the tongues of the world. “After tongues”, he would jest, “I’m tackling uvulae.” The king was a jester.

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*art by Woody “Funky Geezer” Williams