ROUGH MORNING
Fog and chill, too much cream in
the coffee, it looks too light, the
papers go on and on about a dead
Queen and new King? I thought
we undid all that crap long ago.
What's it mean?
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The guy I know on the corner was
talking about opening a rental-crown
center. Like' Queen For A Day', back
in the 1950's - some loser show in
which that would happen.
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The significance of everything these
days is seemingly significant for ten
minutes. Not even fifteen. All those
dead 'Patriots' we're supposed to 'revere'
(just like Paul), now they too dwindle
to nothing. The Queen is dead. Long
live the Queen?
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It's respite, and this sick country
loves respites - all that other crap will
be off the front pages for 5 or 6 days.
And all those endless talking heads
with babble on - gracious under
pressure, youngest Queen ever,
oldest Queen dead, Blah. Blah.
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It's OK if one's a Brit, I suppose.
In my case, no matter, insubstantial,
with no pose. The Queen is dead.
Long live the Queen! (I never
understood what that was meant
to mean).
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