The Queen

Every time I hear ‘crown’ and
‘scepter,’ I think of you,
you queen, you. Ruling over
the populous is no chore
for you. This is not a dig,
my queen. Do not execute
me, but I do think of you
when I hear ‘never’ and
when I hear ‘tour.’ Long
live you. My queen. My–

Ack, the guards. I’ve been
misunderstood, and as a result,
well, you will execute me.

Crown and scepter suit you
well, my queen. Throw up
the hand, flick the wrist.

The ax drops, or the noose
tightens, or the gas fills
the chamber, or the guns–
The tour never started.

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