Joviality.

D isi , Destiny, hold on Dear can you help with this ridiculous outfit I have on.

I cannot breathe and look like a Baffoon or the smell of a …

S top staring and do as I say you do what is asked as I pay your way,

T ake this cord out of this dress before I become sick, as my food cannot digest,

R acoon that’s the smell this posses, it not fit for purpose,

A s I cannot wipe my ass,

C ome quick I cannot get to my Crown it’s there, on the table,

T erribly rude to just stare,

I am the Queen over everything and everywhere,

O pen your mouth dear, it is alright to reply,

N ot in public for those that glare, in the public response to my overwhelming need to comply.