A Prince Is Born

J Jan Oskar Hansen Jan Oskar Hansen
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A boy baby was born this morn, no not in Bethlehem or the east end, but in the heart of a land that loves royals. So what the big deal babies are born; mothers give birth to them every day, but this is different the woman who gave birth to is a royal highness and for a brief moment we realized she has a vagina too. The baby born is a prince, with a silver spoon in his mouth, which will give him a speech impediment when becomes a king. How are the strange people who wave flags and appear to have witnessed a miracle? A child was born, not in Bethlehem, this morning, in the working class estate Somewhere Else. The mother has no cot or pram for the child, he was born with a wooden spoon in his mouth and unless he gets rid rid of that spoon he will amount to nothing in life except a life of petty crime, or a soldier be who fight useless wars for the establishment.

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