Dr. Seuss: Book writer for children, or closet sex addict?

We've all heard the stories of playing music backwards and the hidden meanings you'll find, but there are obvious examples of undertones that smack you right in the face where you wouldn't expect them.  At my latest trip to the local bookstore I had a revelation of epic proportions.  Dr. Suess, who has written several books aimed at children, might have actually had an ulterior motive.  Maybe it was the alcohol flowing through my brain or a sign that my subconscious made me take notice of but the evidence is clear as day.  "Hop on Pop" has all the makings of a modern day incest story written all over it.  "Green Eggs and Ham" is the docs way of explaining his own anatomy which he tends to do in later titles.  The green eggs serving as the testicles and the ham obviously representing the dong.  No sir, I would NOT like them in a box with a fox!!!  "One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish" is mr. children's book man's experience with hygiene challenged women.  That book was clearly written for his support of Summers Eve.  "Yertle the Turtle" was his way of explaining to the world that he felt challenged cause he was uncircumcised.  "The Foot Book" is way too easy. The man had a foot fetish that would put Rex Ryan to shame.  "Fox in Socks" explains the time he kicked a hooker out of his pad after sex with nothing on but her feet warmers.  "The Butter Battle Book" was originally titled Butter Batter but he had to change it cause of the uptight librarian movement of the 80's.  "Horton Hatches the Egg" tells about the time he got a woman pregnant and had to pay child support.  "Theres a Wocket in my Pocket" is his way of telling us that he and John Holmes had a lot in common.  "I Can Lick 30 Tigers Today" is clearly about his ability to perform cunnilingus.  Of course the biggest title he had was the biggest clue.  "The Cat in the Hat"  was undoubtedly his proclamation to the world that he loved the woman's nether region.  It's all there, people!!!  The poor man was reaching out to us for years and nobody saw the signs.  There was a rumor floating around that his typewriter went up for auction but all the buttons were stuck together.  Doesn't sound odd to me at all anymore.  I salute you, Mr. Suess P.H.D., you have given me a new outlook on life one rhyme at a time.