My King of a Poem

There once was a man who would be King
He had to be at the center of everything
We'd turn him around, thinking we'd be safe and sound
And focused our attention on another friend we found
But he'd find a way back in the center again
Causing us all a very great pain
A pain neverending that it gave us quite a scare
For the King was here, there and everywhere
In this mixed up world of ours, things aren't as they say
For we took the King and sent him to a place far, far away
Allowing us to finally stay and play
But somehow this man who would be King
Found a way to be the center of everything