Under the Greed Dog
Here you can tastefully dine
and lodge overnight
in the company of an incomparable Lolita.
The incomparable Lolita, of course, was our momma. She got a shaggy black wig and didn’t look bad at all, even though no rubber or corsets could tuck her shape in any longer.
Our work lay in making sure our overnight guests were fed with the most varied of meat delicacies, lavishly flavored with hemlock. When the guests dispersed to their designated bedrooms, right away they got interested in the incomparable Lolita. What confusion when it turned out to be our momma. But there was no other way out—the incomparable Lolita visited each room in turn and forced them to lay down, mixing the practical with pleasure.
By dawn not a single one of the clients was breathing, and then o
