"A Cowboy, Chief, a Clown and their pals,
Rode to Laredo to pick up some gals.
When they got there Laredo was closed,
A war had started, and no one had clothes."
I honestly think that as I do this, I'm taking elements of stories read to me as a kid, and corrupting them with that coming of age curiosity about things that are adult.
Maybe my father had a smirk on his face as he read Dr. Seuss and Mom told him to shut up.
Doesn't matter. If life doesn't hold fantasy it isn't worth putting anything into.