I'm a ROLLS-ROYCE! A MAN-EATING ROLLS-ROYCE!

Ted likes his meat dead, enough said

Whirl is king, having driven out Zeus.

In the kingdom of the "fallen in the shit" the lunatics are king. [222-23]

I take pride as the king of illiterature.

and he wreaked havoc among the buttered toast as he said it.

Kong bites his head off in a PG13 kinda way

To hell with the future. It's a man-eating idol.

I am the black crow king,
Keeper of the forgotten corn,
The King!

Let the lord of chaos rule.

Ignorance is king. Many would not profit by his abdication. Many enrich themselves by means of his dark monarchy. They are his Court, and in his name they defraud and govern, enrich themselves and perpetuate their power.

I'm king of the dead—and I make my throne
On a monument slab of marble cold;
And my scepter of rule is the spade I hold:
Come they from cottage or come they from hall,
Mankind are my subjects, all, all, all!
Let them loiter in pleasure or toilfully spin—
I gather them in, I gather them in!

I killed my dinner
with karate
kicked him in the face,taste the body, shallow work is the work that I do.

Down on his knees he sinks, the stiff-necked King, Stoops and kneels and grovels, chin to the mud. Out from his changed heart flutter on startled wing The fancy birds of his Pride, Honour, Kinglihood. He crawls, he grunts, he is beast-like, frogs and snails His diet, and grass, and water with hand for cup. He herds with brutes that have hooves and horns and tails, He roars in his anger, he scratches, he looks not up.