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