On this oh so groggy Sunday morning, what else is there to do but post a picture of satanic gummy bears and a poem about prostitution?
Ironic Poem About Prostitution
by George Orwell
When I was young and had no sense
In far-off Mandalay
I lost my heart to a Burmese girl
As lovely as the day.
Her skin was gold, her hair was jet,
Her teeth were ivory;
I said, "for twenty silver pieces,
Maiden, sleep with me".
The loveliest thing alive,
And in her lisping, virgin voice,
Stood out for twenty-five.