Chimmy

He wore boots of shiny gold.
He smoked a pipe full to the brim with Mangalore Hashish
He dreamt of a robot mother nursing her cyborg son with a crude oil tit.
He spoke of nuclear bombs with angels wings.
He collected trinkets and pocket clocks deluxe.
He played the Fife so loud and so true.
He told the tale of Chimmy the Retard Chimp with a heart of gold.
Chimmy could do a killer Westley Snipes impression.