I am a gangtrepreneur.
I am a growth industry.
I am a job artist.
I am an inedible Hulk.
I am the creature from the feature.

I have a gigantic checklist.
I have an erotic interest.
I have a jackmatic doublewide aroma.
I have a cherry-red outer aura.

I am a weeping King Kong.
I am an infovirus.
I am the blank in the gun in your mouth.
I am an antimatter superstar.

I have the good ship Jesus.
I have candy apples.
I have sexaholic exit wounds.
I have Skeezix tied spread-eagle in the fallout shelter.

I am not your father's whiny God.
I am the Dracula's handsome puppeteer.
I am the candy-colored trepanator.

I have bullets for Broadway.
I have a dirty ding-a-ling.
I have Excalibur in the trunk.
I have the pink slips for Big Sky Country.

I am a villainhero.
I am a sufferin’ succotash.
I am a people-powered perineum.