Knowing Knob Enlightenment

Knowing Knob Enlightenment For fifty years I rode and rammed, With Mr Knobby never planned, Like the other dum, dumb, dum, dumm, damned, Until I got enlightenment, The nose cap on the missile end, It tickles if you use it when, Access denied, nose cap it sends, The ladies just excitement, Tremors of entitlement, So think about it then? No brain-dead-headed men ? Short jabs inside, it’s meant The rapture of alignment… Don Johnson