Your hands bound tight,
in the middle of the night.
Squirm and squiggle,
make that ass wiggle.
I like it when you put up a fight.
choppers and bobbers and kustoms and hot rods and 70s vans and chicks with tits and perverted poems and more dumb shit than you can shake a stick at. but the real question is, why are you shaking a stick at it anyway? either hit it or quit it.