Royals

Every technicality
Stored inside the royals' heads
Comes out into the world
Through their grandiose attitude
And clothes of the finest weave
Like water from a broken levee.
Someone is not to their liking?
They'll have friends see to that!
Every single goody-pretty says
Off with her head
Just because
A hair fell out of place.
The only escape of a
Similar fate
Is to become one,
To be perfect,
To be loved
For all the wrong reasons.