Heironymous Bosch the fucked-up medieval devil-tortures-you version of 'Where's Waldo'

Waldo's being flayed! o.m.g.

I liked your use of vulgarity in the poem. Refreshingly coarse! Like vodka from a plastic bottle in flavour, knowing it's better than that over-priced top shelf shit. Vodka should have flavour, like your poem.