The Emperor's Love

When I died in agony
thinking I had been poisoned
in the middle of a deserted sea,
they took my heart and penis from me.
My heart had already been taken,
it was Josephine's,
who played with it as she pleased,
making me, the Emperor, crazy
with love and lust.
In my last words,
I missed France and Josephine
on my distant island in the middle of nowhere.
I conquered Europe,
but the Emperor was not poisoned by enemies, but by love.


 

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