Introduction

My friend Liz would like to read you a poem. Is it better to be dope or be fire? Mars, the god of war, the planet men inhabit. Venus is green, like the envy my haters see when they observe my home. These females are crazy hypocrites, and also they're sluts as well. I'm a high-status man in Eastern Europe, the place where I dwell. I have it all, Bugatti, sex worker. But where is female, my wife, who I'll torture?