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Prince Albert Victor
 
so what's up Eddy?
you supposed to be King
of England, live to be a hundred
dying on the throne mid-1960's
yet you didn't get through
the nineteenth century
past the age of 28.
what's going on Eddy?
there's a certain penis piercing
- is that named after you?
you frequented Cleveland Street we know
your friend Lord Arthur busted
by bobbies but not you.
or are you really the man behind
Jack the Ripper's knife the Family
could not afford another of your scandals
you didn't give a fuck about anything
did you, your tutors reported, just your polo
if you'd practised enough.
if ever i find myself in the Old Empire's
realm i will pay my respects,
buried with your Queen mummy
in the crypt i believe.
don't get me wrong Eddy
i like you - punching holes in
Balmoral's walls poking
Royal pets with sharpened sticks,
blowing foxes to bits, all before lunch.
you probably would have
given Princess Diana one jolly dose
of syphilis at the twinkle
of your crown jewels.
rites ill bred cannot
stave legacy's flow, after all,
you were destined to be King.

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