I was meant to be REGION LORD,
to be married to a SCARLETT DINGER named SALLY.
We’d rest on summer days,
smoking crack and washing our crotch,
smelling the sticky love emanating from the grove,
becoming NORDIC DEATH MARES …
And left behind in the land of BOBLIMPTOCK,
sadly.
I was the GORGON that struck fear into the hearts of the dimblies and the gorbs.
I ate monkey stew with the kings and led the armies against the last onslaught of the TOOB GANG.
I suckled on breast wine, as the mistress held the whip; so many broken souls left in boblimptock.