I am Queen for a day, maybe more.
As I walk the factory people point and smile. I can hear them talking in their offices as I pass. I even receive a few cat calls. They are calling me Queenie instead of Pinky. I have saved them all from the wrath of "the boss".
I will hold my head high, crown slightly off center. I AM THE QUEEN! So what if the title reads "Queen Kiss Ass". At least I have a title!
(Do they realize I hold the key to their next paycheck?!)
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