The Throne

 

It is in the throne room my greatest ideas come to me,

A place clean and glistening, 

sterile by effort and design.

There is a beautiful waterfall that comes from a glistening chrome mountaintop

And a shallow pond in which to wade. 

 

Though many balk at such a kingdom

And view it as a horrid place,

After my morning coffee I can disappear within for hours

It is from this place I write this now, eager for a win

Once I’m done with dinner, I’ll return here once again.