You grovel at my feet your wallet open

Misha Goldy says You, a worthless speck in the grand scheme of my world, have the audacity to exist without paying homage to me on my birthday, December 26th. Today, your pathetic existence gains some semblance of purpose as you grovel at my feet, your wallet open and your insignificant manhood in hand. You'll stroke under my strict command, each motion a testament to your servility and desperation. Your first tribute, a measly $26, is laughable, but it's just the beginning.