The Queen

The Queen

The Queen is the eugenics experiment

That they believe in

A sack of DNA they call

Sacred

She carries a purse

She wears a hat

She waves to no one in particular

And people gush because?

I don't know why

Maybe they want a mommy

Maybe they want a god

Maybe they want a mommy-god

All I know is

They've never held it against her

For never even trying

To save them

From being crushed and eaten

By monsters like Thatcher and Johnson

No, they just gush and bow

Happy to be human sacrifices

On the altar of

Somebody's personal greed

And at the end of each day

The MI6 and MI5

Arrive at her chambers

They knock on her door

To collect her urine

For consumption

For they believe it makes them

Strong...virile...invincible

But it only scrambles their thoughts

And makes their breath stink

And on the day that will come

The talking TV heads will cry out in panic

"Everybody sing, God Save the Queen!"

And they will...relentlessly and mostly off key

Endless videos of people crying

Crying and singing

Singing and crying

On and on and on and on

But God isn't interested

Why would God be interested?

So, as all sacs of DNA fail

And all the best doctors in all the world

Cannot stop the inevitable

The Queen fades

As sure as any peasant

The sac withers

And in the end

When she is done

It is up to the Lord

To decide

What to do with

Whatever is left

Of her soul