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.