The "King for the Day" -- me -- luxuriates in his castle, brooking no dissent, heeding no clamor.I issue an edict, like the law of the Medes and Persians that cannot be overturned, that no one shall be served today but myself alone.
Upon my divan, I tend to whatever psychic issues I have, allowing in only positive thoughts, that I may rule my kingdom in well-being.
The flags are flying, a white and gray field with a B&W picture of a little old lady in the exact center. How proud, how inspiring.
In my regal robe, I do a few squats and bends. I touch my nose. A jump to the left, my knees tight, a pelvic thrust nearly drives me insane.
I exist today for myself alone. I am so happy in my castle.
And I am so happy to have named myself "King for the Day," an honor I take gladly but do not bear lightly.
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