Past lives? Pshaw! Who cares about all that tired old used to was?
In MY next life, I'm gunna be Emperor of the Unclad Isles, where no females of legal
age* will wear more than 50 square centimeters of cloth after late afternoon,** weather permitting.
And it will permit, by Imperial decree! Because the only use of energy will be for warming the
Hotcha! Seraglio in the Capitol -- well okay, and for running My Majesty's pizza oven. Hey, I won't be
sum kinda bum, I'm a merciful tyrant.
* I leave that up to the ladies. 15 to 50, what do I care? (Don't let poem read this, he might turn
me in to the Dirty Mind Squad.)
** After 3 PM? Sumpin lika that. Whee!
In MY next life, I'm gunna be Emperor of the Unclad Isles, where no females of legal
age* will wear more than 50 square centimeters of cloth after late afternoon,** weather permitting.
And it will permit, by Imperial decree! Because the only use of energy will be for warming the
Hotcha! Seraglio in the Capitol -- well okay, and for running My Majesty's pizza oven. Hey, I won't be
sum kinda bum, I'm a merciful tyrant.
* I leave that up to the ladies. 15 to 50, what do I care? (Don't let poem read this, he might turn
me in to the Dirty Mind Squad.)
** After 3 PM? Sumpin lika that. Whee!
