The King sits on a throne made of car doors and old bike wheels. All around him, melted kitchen appliances curve into the shape of Greek gods and goddesses. The floor shimmers with used aluminium foil, the walls adorned with black lifeless computer screens.
On his shoulders rests a cape made of pieces of cut up running shoes, and on his head, a Tupperware crown holds his golden hair in place. Broken Watch-faces set as jewels on his crown catch the sunlight as he stands, his kingly robe of white garbage bags, his royal belt of extension cord. He holds aloft his plunger of justice and prepares to greet the new day.
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