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Allow me to be frank at the commencement. |
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You will not like me. |
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The gentlemen will be envious and the ladies will be repelled; |
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You will not like me now, and you will like me a good deal less as we go on. |
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Ladies, an announcement; |
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I am up for it |
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All the time |
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That is not a boast or an opinion, |
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It is bone hard medical fact. |
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I put it round, you know. |
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And you will watch me putting it round and sigh for it. |
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Don't.It is a deal of trouble for you and you are better off watching and drawing your conclusions from a distance than you would be if |
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I got my tarse up you petticoats |
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Gentlemen, do not despair. |
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I am up for that as well, |
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And the same warning applies. |
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Still your cheesy erections till |
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I've had my say, but later when you shag, and later you /will/ shag, |
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I shall expect it of you and |
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I will know if you have let me down |
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I wish you to shag with my homuncular image rattling in your gonads. |
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Feel how it was for me, how it is for me, |
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And ponder; |
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Was that shudder that same shudder he sensed? |
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Did he know something more profound? |
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Or is there some wall of wretchedness that we all batter with our heads at the shining, live long moment? |
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That is it. |
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That is my prologue. |
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Nothing in rhyme, |
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No protestations of modesty; |
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You were not expecting that, |
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I hope.I am |
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William Control, |
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And I do not want you to like me |
