Lion was I, my Hands filled with necks of villains, Whelps before me kneeled. I … neglected to Honor my sons’ widow, my Crown and
She holds me down and Cuts the hair out of my ears. That’s true monkey love.
I disappear when He walks in the room, you’d think He would take the hint.
Sprightly sprout springs so Joyfully at the prospect Of your affection
Of all the places I’ve spilled my seed, I love Your picnic basket.
Macro is micro, Above is below, thus does Titan wed tiny.