It’s a big deal here the queen. He thought, lighting a cigarette and taking the first drag. The news is every where and everyone is giving condolences. There’s a house down the street that fills its windows with pictures relating to whatever holiday. Now just all black. Sports cancelled and that. I just say as long as I ave me pint I don’t mind. But it’s got me thinking that if the queen can die why can’t I? I smoked a bit of me cigarette down. What would be my last thing. Better make it something good. Maybe I should be ready at all times to blurt it out, I loved Marley all this time. Or maybe I should write like a will like. I bet the queens got one of them. She’s got all sorts of stuff. Like an armed guard. I wonder if they are actually sad. Like if you lost a member of the family or if a person you worked on the different shifts died. How I just don’t get it, in some ways she was just a lady, a bird, then became something else. He puffed out smoke. I wonder how she saw herself.
Me cigarette and me pint
have some respect you bastard. how dare you say she was just a lady.