I knew a biker chick once.
She was as tough as nails.
Her name was Jenny,
but she went
by the moniker
"Brass ***** Lady."
She had tracks up and down each arm
from a past life.
A broken heart tattoo
was etched on both hands.
She carried a switchblade,
had a set of initialed knuckles.
She wore a tie dye bandana.
Her vocabulary was not elegant.
**** and *******'
were her two favorite
expressions.
She had a chained
snakeskin wallet
attached to her
black leather belt.
You could see a faint
lovelight in her hazy-eyes...
but like I said,
it was faint.
It was the brotherhood,
those crazy
******* Mongols
who took her under their wings
and brought her back
to the land of the living.
I'm glad she was my friend,
'cause those guys
were nasty enemies to have.
And anybody
who was an amigo of Jenny's
was in like Flynn.
I loved Brass ***** Lady,
she gave me their colors
& nobody ever ****** with me either.