Your Royal Heinieness 
 Entitle me,
Your Royal Highness,
Duchess of delinquency,
Duke of diabolical decorum,
For I am merely a peasant. 

I am far more devilishly defiant, 
My nose doth raise too,
Also, to escape the sinful sanitation of my body. 

I too have my fair share of Bread and Wine,
However the portion of scarcity increases one’s attractiveness.
My gardens are far larger than yours, 
Though I claim them in silence.

The oaks,
The swans,
The streets I roam.
Belong to God’s kingdom,
Not your own. 

I have but one difference,
I am free,
But equally nobody cares about you or me.