I was the sole survivor of a shipwreck, the legends say. Left to die in the Australian desert. A bitch dingo found me and gave suck. I was with the pack ten years before men found me.
The men hauled me to their cities in chains, a thing to leer and laugh at. One night I bit out my jailer’s throat and ran free under the moon. By then I knew speech. I soon made my way to New York in a fedex package.
By the time hair sprouted on my cock I’d tamed lands, beasts, and women. Servant girls laugh…