Heavy is the crown
That sits upon my tooth.
Temporary it may be,
But my tooth has a decree:
"Verily, this land will be cleansed!
Brushed with mint scented clouds,
Washed in blue floods of rain,
And ropes dragged through the streets!"
I acquiesce to his demands,
As I prefer a single monarch
With only a single crown.
– SR Romney 2025
Shame on The Universe 