My good friend,
Surely, you remember the four kings of which I spoke last time.
One of them was selected by the majority ignoramus,
Every day is a Sunday or Monday if you like.
Two months on,
The strivers are encouraged to tighten their belts once more,
And put up with expensive fuel and food,
They all have the belly in common, except that fuel goes into the belly of a car.
Meanwhile the king’s men are taking about twenty-five thousand dollars more,
-As rent allowance.
I knew this will happen – it does not matter what king is selected,
Alas, the search of a good king is not over.