I cannot feel sad. How can I be?
I did not know her, she didn't know me.
Understandably, some mourn.
She has been an evergreen, if slowly withering presence.
But she was born into luxury. Sheer, entitled luxury.
She had dibs on all the land under my feet.
And so does he.
No-one made them serve, if that's what it is.
My taxes paid for it.
Can we leave it as it is.
An antique.
A relic.
Queen Elizabeth II,
the best, and last, of a brazen bunch who never had a right to rule over me.
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