The chinamen (those who took great effort to insult the circumference of my member) stood at the corner, rank and file.
“My sex breathes your slavery.”
And to their knees they went.
On his nightstand there was a book titled:
The Exploits of a 5-D Earth.
He claimed to have the power to suck from my socks the soul of my lecherous bosom.
As he came with wretched toes, he called his tears liveries puddling on my pale flesh.