Breakdown

King Conker rises from a bed,

That's shaped like a box.

Servants rush to greet him,

As he puts on his socks.

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Weasals, shed tools, talking scarecrows,

They all want to talk.

Conker shoves them off for now,

He just wants a walk.

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His servants all still hound him,

All giving advice.

From dealing with the tediz,

To milk's rising price.

...

Conker wants to shut them up,

With a gun or a knife.

King of All The Land?

He didn't ask for this life.

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From stone walls to carpet floors,

The castle looks grand.

The king sits on his throne,

And answers squirrel demands.

...

The day keeps dragging on,

And Conker needs a break.

At most he'd like a keg of beer,

Or perhaps some cake.

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Seeking solace from the world,

He enters his room and cries.

For he knows that being king,

Is simply living a lie.

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Yes he has his money,

And laws he can bend.

Yet the only thing he wants,

Is at least one true friend.