I would make being king illegal. Any day now. Very soon. Just after I do this one thing. And sit on this throne for a bit longer. And listen to the adulation and receive the gifts from the commoners - for just a another week or two. And let the best, brightest, most beautiful and rich come to me to curry favor because ... well, I am king, you know. And I would compare the gifts they offered, wonder aloud whether the gold bar could not have been just a bit larger. Or, rather, quite a bit larger. I would question the sincerity of their praise and affection and ask what more they might do to prove their sincerity. And I would luxuriously sigh during my back rub after time in the whirlpool while I sipped my favorite tea. But only for another day or two. And then all of this would have to end. Very soon.
If I were king for a day, that day would be tomorrow. Just as soon as I've tired of all this.
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