The document contrasts what does not make a true prince with what epitomizes true kinghood. It states that indulging in luxuries and power, such as partying, smoking cigars, massacring others, and floating in luxury, does not make one a prince. In contrast, it describes that truly exemplifying kinghood is acting with compassion, protecting others, disseminating love, and following one's heart, even in the face of hardship, oppression, or poverty. The overall message is that true leadership is defined not by wealth or status but by selfless service to humanity.

1. THE TRUEST KING
Just philandering through the unfathomably embellished interiors of the palace;
doesn’t make you even one iota of a prince at all,
He who might be breathing in an infinitesimally dingy hole; but yet obeying the
principles of timelessly unequivocal and synergistic simplicity; epitomizes gloriously
unparalleled kinghood; is indeed the truest king.
Just adorning your fingers with the costliest of rings and glittering diamonds of the
earth; doesn’t make you even one speck of a prince at all,
He who might be walking barefoot without even a roof to sequester his scalp; but yet
beautifully bonding with every fraternity of living kind handsomely alike; epitomizes
brilliantly insuperable kinghood; is indeed the truest king.
Just unrelentingly rolling through mountains of unsurpassable gold while nonchalant
snores emanated from your mouth; doesn’t make you even one whisker of
a prince at all,
He who might be wandering without a cloth on his uncontrollably shivering body;
but yet kissing the sacrosanct soil which had pricelessly evolved him; epitomizes
unshakably royal kinghood; is indeed the truest king.
Just endlessly partying in under waterfalls of the most opulent of wine; cavorting with
the most emolliently tantalizing fairies on this earth; doesn’t make you even one
shadow of a prince at all,
He who might be without a mercurial morsel of food in his stomach; but yet
altruistically offering every droplet of his blood to mitigate hedonistically tyrannized
humanity; epitomizes unassailably peerless kinghood; is indeed the truest king.
Just uncontrollably massacring everything that came into your hands; at your own
whimsically eccentric will; doesn’t make you one impression of a prince at all,
He who might be profusely drenched in nothing but ordinarily colorless sweat all day
and night; but yet holistically frolicking with and indefatigably admiring the
panoramic treasures of Nature divine; epitomizes impregnably unflinching kinghood;
is indeed the truest king.
Just fostering a cornucopia of the most sagaciously rarest literature in the world;
unceasingly smoking the highest quality cigar in your library while countless slaved
for you outside; doesn’t make you one grain of a prince at all,
He who might be sporadically hurled in by the unsparingly violent sea tides; but yet
harnessing each alphabet of his writing with the fragrance of unconquerably blissful
truth; epitomizes triumphantly eternal kinghood; is indeed the truest king.

2. Just making the entire planet dance at the tips of your snobbishly sullen fingers; using
disastrously nuclear and atomic power to its vindictive best; doesn’t make you one
breath of a prince at all,
He who might be inevitably nearing his dreaded corpse; but yet fervently working
towards uniting the acrimoniously estranged planet into the religion of unbreakable
humanity; epitomizes celestially effulgent kinghood; is indeed the truest king.
Just adorning your spurious skin with the earth’s greatest perfumes; toasting to your
feckless success while countless licked the squalidness of your anarchist shoe; doesn’t
make you one ingredient of a prince at all,
He who might be hoisting unimaginable tonnes of garbage on his head for
indispensable survival; but yet compassionately parenting every infant dreadfully
orphaned on this globe; epitomizes wonderfully ebullient kinghood; is indeed the
truest king.
Just inhaling the most sensuously untainted flowers in your palatial gardens for a
second; and then making them the mincemeat of your toweringly decrepit feet;
doesn’t make you one wink of a prince at all,
He who might be unstoppably bleeding under the attack of sadistically cannibalistic
parasites; but yet ardently leaning forward to protect the divinely redolence of his
selfless mother till his very last breath; epitomizes indomitably perpetual kinghood; is
indeed the truest king.
And just floating in the aisles of silken luxury for times immemorial; liberating the
hideously entrapped sensuality in your body to the most unprecedented limits;
doesn’t make you one cranny of a prince at all,
He who might be truculently shattered to an infinite pieces by the disparagingly
conventional society; but yet solely following the innermost tunes of his heart
and ubiquitously disseminating the spirit of immortal love in every organism alike;
epitomizes fathomlessly perennial kinghood; is indeed the truest king.