All Hail The Alpha Male
All hail the alpha male
All hail. All hail
Look at me
Feed me
Chest out
Feed me more
Real people
The non-believers
Chuckle at you
But you’re too blind to see
Perhaps you do
Perhaps that’s why
Your head’s so high
Daren’t look down
Behind that crown
A frail little thing
A curtain hiding
An insignificant king
All hail the alpha male
All hail. All hail
Original poetry by Jon Arthur 2026
