This trashy beach novel, written sunbathing
about the future of our planet, which I found
on the shores of lake Minotanka, is pessimistic at best,
in its vision of the future, the pantsless emperor
is given a knife, and he’s running around the U.N.
stabbing at ghosts, because he was celebrating
the assassination of the previous emperor
and he did too much acid, it’s a hilarious romp
featuring a choreographed dance of death
with full penetration, it has everything.