Prickers and Chiggers Haunt the Headless Chicken

Fitted slot to the sharps box,
open and ready to spew.
Stupid dogs chase their cocks
and self jerkingly undo
any lit banter to steal force
from the windless world
of, "What bounces off of me, sticks to you."
Sitting, indisposed, moustache twirled
and heady ready to strike the hammer glass,
the edges more powerful to damn her.
Liquid hoax the bedside night cap, "Doh! My nuts!"
An exclamation of true displeasure juts,
displaced by unfortunate pirate treasure.
You see, stepping upon me, I bleed sticky.