kicking jesters

A thousand kings roam my prairie side. They pick little leaves off of my cherry trees and I shoo them away of course. The jesters sit in the background, bored. Nothing to laugh at today, little fuckers. They know me. I am ruler. I need no divine right because I am divine. The chimes ring and we all gather for tea time. It is my favorite time of day. I get to hand out the goods while the kings discuss prussian transgression and the need for forestry development. Every now and then, I add a little "quiet down" in and the crowd becomes quiet. A jester moves and the discussion begins again. I kick a jester and the crowd goes wild. A million happy birthdays Brooke Shad.