I’m probably the last monster
Or the least appreciated Minotaur.
What is that anyway? My body,
Abrasions of religious experience,
Left for dead in Oregon suitcases.
Coffee makes us stupendous!
Do not like Balzac hurt me.
Let nothing bad ever happen
to my balls. Like kids named Zack
Who mistake my sack for devilled eggs.
Find something else to snack on Zacks!
The two trophies are all I’ve got.
It’s them and me and most of the time
We just hang out.