The Fallen Prince

The sweating, fallen prince 
fell into the trap of his hanged rich friend.
Or did he fall anyway?
The fool himself told
those who love noise.
His mother's favorite child,
his brother's grief-stricken.
Sexual adventures became expensive.
He lost his title,
glory and dignity.
He didn't even have to pay rent.
He was allowed to keep his mistress, after all.
There was no crown, I guess.
All because of royal lust.
It's not like
to live in a time
when even the crowned head
must not be a pig.
Now the prince
is just an ordinary pig,
that everyone knows.
He digests his shame
in some beautiful villa
hidden away.
The prince is a prince after all.

Poets note. Prince Andrew and the sad story 

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