Royal Vexation

revenge

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Princess Beulah blows her top when she learns her royal crush, Prince Roland, celebrated his birthday without inviting her. She unfriended him from her Facebook and dropped him from her Snapchat. Taking out her bejeweled diary, she writes:

He’s just another minion,
A bunion to excise,
An onion not worth crying over.

No longer my major attraction,
I shall speak to my father,
And ask him to make way in his dungeon.

Watch out, Rolly, old flame,
Soon your head will fall
And permanently adorn my wall.

What If . . .

theory of a beautiful life

. . . you stop worrying,
complaining,
raging,
self-loathing,
self-pitying,

the world would be . . .
. . . better.

Simplicity without complicity,
Go for felicity,

Roll with what you can’t control,
Do your best at your own behest,

then life would be . . .
. . . bearable,
sensible,

Even beautiful.

The Mamabomber

bureacracy

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Mrs. Chilewitz is simmering inside as her only son, Donald, relates to her his college crisis.

“Professor Linden said I cheated, Ma, but I didn’t. I’m telling you this not so you can talk to anyone because it’s a done deal. This isn’t a store where the customer is always right. It’s school where the teacher is always the right one.”

“How dare he accuse you. What evidence do they have?”
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Stages

Stages

Shock
Say it isn’t so
I can’t accept your leaving
My world just went dark

Pain
Time crawls without you
The air is a stifling cloak
Each breath is a sob

Anger
How dare you just go
Leaving joy we could have had
Things we could have shared

Depression
Sadness hangs on me
Twenty-four hours each day
No sign of retreat

Acceptance
At last I wake up
Signs of life and hope appear
One step at a time.