The King and The Sage

I approached a magnificent palace one fine afternoon, And saw two men in the front room who were not quite in tune. One seemed to be relaxed, the other in a rage, The King and The Sage at the dawn of a new age. They were discussing methods on how to govern the nation. Each of them had an issue with the other's occupation. I went inside, intruding on their lively conversation, Asking, “What is wrong?... Could I get some information?...” The King said, "It is a complicated and irate debate kid." The Sage said, "So I will be calm and de-complicate the whole thing." I said, "Fuck you, you benighted fascist king!!" Then a mockingbird landed on his crown and began to sing. The Sage and I looked at each other, as The King looked above. Chaos found its way and the universe was love. I turned around, walked back down the palace steps, And did three full sets of twenty reps of ideal balanced breaths.