There once was a king named Charlie. He feasted on steaks while the peasants ate barley.
He thought he would be the successor to Jamie. That tuned out to be a load of cockamamie.
He took his failure out on his new kingdom by destroying their trust, their jobs and their freedom.
Our king is no Braveheart, his sword must be tiny. He sacrifices the vulnerable for his own success, his loyal followers so slimy.
We hoped for a king who would set an ethical tone from the get-go. Instead we invited in a Trojan Horse who thinks he is Gordon Gekko.