I think
killing myself—the king—
might help society.
I'm not the
only one who hates
the man.
Though,
I don't know
if I can kill him.
He's me
after all.
What I do know
is that he's envious
of me.
Or maybe
jaundiced
is a better word.
—Not the sickness—
He does resent me
after all.
