Sunday, December 30, 2018

Five Minutes: There Is No King

We wanted a Queen. Or, someone like a queen. Someone who knew what she was doing. Someone who was polite and followed protocol. Someone with fancy clothes.

We got a frog. Well, not really a frog, but it might as well be a frog. We got someone who didn't even resemble a queen and there is no king. Only, noise in an unhealthy ratio.

The noise to signal ratio is more than upside down, it's flippo beano.

"You should write something more positive," she said. "No one wants a steady diet of negative."
"How about a steady diet of pizza. I could use that..."
"Sushi would be better, and healthier."

I could see that she had a point. It reminded me of a cartoon with Harry Nilsson's voice. The Point. Another tenor gone too soon.

She thought of a joke about a soprano but kept it to herself. It was just as well.

We wanted a queen. A bright, brilliant woman in charge. Someone who cared about outcomes other than wealth. Instead, we got a toad. No, that's not fair to toads. We got stained.

photo: Tulsa, OK, by doug smith


1. Write for exactly five minutes, then stop.
2. Find a random image to add

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