Prologue

Allow me to be frank at the commencement

You will not 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 announcement

I am up for it

All the time

That is not a boast or an opinion

It is bone hard medical fact

I put it round you know

And you will watch me putting it round and sigh for it

Don't

It is a deal of trouble for you and you are better off watching and drawing your conclusions from a distance than you would be if I got my tarse up you petticoats

Gentlemen do not dispare

I am up for that aswell

And the same warning applies

Still your cheesy erections till I've had 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

Nothin in rhyme

No protestations of modesty

You were not expecting that I hope

I am William Control

And I do not want you to like me