"The Queen"

Hail to thee!

High Queen of Wisdom!

Grand Matriarch of the Scrambled Soul

There is no other

So like a mother

(Course, mine was verbal gadabout)

All the streets of stone and filth

Should be bannered

A fete, for you

For you!

Yes, divine right proves it

You are supreme in wit

And justly the author of our lives

The anarchists say

“Down with the queen! She is morbid! Dull! Stupid!”

But I say

“Nay! Up with the queen!

So beautiful, classy, clever, and duplicitous as could be!”

You are, per our insignia, “Kreativ und Absolut”

You are as Newton was

With the prism of your mind and the light of an uncertain sentence

A rainbow of magnificent missteps is produced by your Highness’ lips

Long live the queen! Long live the queen!

Of course, royalty is the first against the chopping block when the revolutionaries come to collect.