Prologue

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