When I flew on my first airplane
all leather interior and many rooms,
at the allowance of the Prince,
I nervously did not know what to ask,
or how, I suppose, to even sit--
When his primary lawyer, a sallow-
skinned blend of Gere, Hoffman
and Walken, insinuated that "white
trash doesn't burn bright enough
by half" I only took silent note,
watching the Prince, and knew then
I'd kill them both, lawyer first,
and with neither blessing nor curse--
that bodies sprawling fall to sea.