He sits on a throne in the middle of the room.
Remote in hand…
“Get me a drink, will you , Babe?”
He smiles irresistibly
… and they all beckon.
He is the chosen one, living life properly.
Giving examples as he sees fit…
as a father to his child,
and the family of subjects around him.
It it is good. It is right.
The king and queen have done their jobs
preparing him for his princely role.
He is the chosen one.
Surrounded by women,
He is protected by, encircled by
Big Thighs, Big Boobs, and Big Belly…
Goddesses and Amazons in their own right.
He is their chosen one.
Intelligent, opinionated, wise ass ball busters… all.
“Leave my brother alone!” she yells with the shark skin of a lawyer.
“Leave my son alone!” she threatens with the fierce love of a mother.
“Leave my husband alone!” she hisses quietly with the amber eyes of a cobra.
They will all cuss, argue, spit, and fight for the anointed.
The realm is protected…
and now another woman looms…
A royal daughter, a princess…. their boon.
The circle is complete.
The Chosen One.
(First published 12/18/11)
