He was an intellectual
whose was name was Dmitri Amorcov.
Never believing in love
and the preposterous position
that two could become one body,
independent aloneness became his disposition.
To think that one person could accommodate and compliment
every intricacy, complexity, supposition
idiosyncrasy, bad habit, quirk, secret mischief
grudge, peeve, principle
and belief that composed his mind
would be a notion so ridiculous
that one would have to be blind
to suggest such a thing!
Yet this belief was commonplace!
In choosing their beliefs, people do so with haste
he believed.
Impossible it is for a woman to fit the description of love that the poets so idealistically describe
What was the reasoning behind the scribe
that first wrote this all down and drilled it into the heads of all future humanity
subjecting them to seemingly chosen submittance to this unbelievable insanity?
He couldn't think of this matter anymore.
To think of marriage! He couldn't even deal with the whore.
So he laid the matter to rest
and came to one contention:
that if any woman was to understand him enough to be his partner, his best
she would have to live in his same body, be his Siamese twin
Call it Siamese Twincest
Oh, my poems are quite a jest
unless
you don't take them literally
then you'll see quite seriously
the profound diamond nugget inside.
Thus we now reside
to our story's second main end:
To show to you the salvation
to which Mr. Amorcov was sent
You see, he lived in Liberia
when he was pacing and fuming and troubling over his own hysteria
His madness would be prone to scare ya
Now it just happened that in Liberia in this time and age
(in the year 2239 AD)
There lived in the nation's highest office the wisest sage
whose daughter was incidentally pretty
and happened to be Lebanese
Oh please!
Listen more to this story.
I seek not to bore ye.
Moving on
The king of the land
had a broken hand
and despite his wisdom on other matters
was stubborn and uneducated
and thus related
a message to Dmitri through the carriage of a messenger
Consequently, Dmitri opened a letter
that demanded that he, being an inventor
build a hot glue gun that could glue the king's hand back together
"Oh brother!"
Dmitri screamed, his intellectual fabric asunder
"Just another
really dumb man.
He could utilize modern technology
and just get a cast.
Oh, a child's common sense, it does not last"
Aghast
was Dmitri when he finally arrived at the palace
with a diamond encrusted hot glue gun in hand
which he dropped on his foot
when he saw the Lebanese Princess
And then, "Boom!"
Bound to their doom
was the young princess and the complicated lab
as the hot glue gun erupted
gluing together
one body united
Suddenly, Dmitri got excited
and said very fast
as if he had no free will and was bound to whim
the words burst from his lips:
"Oh you beautiful Lebanese princess!
Won't you engage with me metaphorically and intellectually
in Siamese Twincest?
Those words were not his best.
As for what remains of the story,
I'll leave you with the rest.
Don't you have an
imagination?
