Look the points of your crown
They grow pointier
Look they are merging and only four are left
Look there are fuzzy balls growing at the end of your once pointy crown now
Look your pointy crown has wilted under its own weight
Your crown has ceased to be solid
Its points are bent down and you are not a king anymore
You never were
You are a joker
You always were
The tears sliding down your face spread your silly make up
You joker you