I am a small man.
I am a petty man.
I am a vicious man.So I read somewhere, sometime ago.
Today, some creature with a malignant face
Frightens me with his oedipal mantra
And the persistence of a gnawing rat that he displays.
Still, there was no call to tell him he was loathsome in the eyes
Of the many and the select few.Tonight, though, tonight, there will be walking and parted
Thighs following a sunset of dripping honey. A call to adventure
Will sound in your inner ear. Tonight there will be explosions
To make the body quiver in a darkness destined to stay awhile.
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