Revolution

Revolution I heard the sobs it came from under a bridge of a stream, and found a rejected prince with torn uniform crying, the country he had given duty to, opening supermarkets, had gone republic and overnight he had to leave the castle, his toys, and his polo horses and charmed life. I commiserated with him asked what had happened to his horses. “They were made into salami and sold cheaply to the poor people of Napoli.” This made me angry and almost a monarchist, it is not right to take revenge for years of inequality on horses. I took the prince home, gave him a shower, he wanted me to scrub his back but I said as he was a commoner now he had to do that himself. It took a bit of time to teach him how to be working class saying “****” and “bloody” every so often... Being the new elite, there always has to be one, I got him a job as a bus driver...and he is still driving the bus between Liverpool and Garston, calls it a royal duty and who am I to argue? I live in his castle.