Yes, your majesty.
So today the queen came to Malta. I was at work, but when things got a little slow, I sat down with Josephine and watched her walk down the red carpet on a little portable television set on the night-stand.
Josephine: She's an old lady!
Me: Why, yes she is.
Josephine: Just like me!
I took a look at the chipped, sickly colour of the ward's walls, Josephine's snoring roomate, I smelt the ever-present odor of shit and urine. My eyes then settled on her cheap and freshly soiled night-shirt and the green,plastic rosary bead in her hand.
Yes, Josie. Just like you.
posted by nurse pica @ 5:51 PM
1 Comments:
This is exactly how the punk movement started in the UK some 30 years ago. Josephine clearly has a punk spirit trapped in the body of a poor elderly woman surrounded by the stench of relegation unto death.
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