The Nipplepincher Poem by Raj Dronamraju

He is the nipplepincher
He likes to pinch nipples
He doesn't like very many people

He is the nipplepincher
He lives inside the furniture
That decorates the rundown lounge inside your mind

And who are you to criticize the nipplepincher?
You who take what is given
And construct elaborate commemorations of this sad compromise

He is the nipplepincher
He clashes daily with their censure
Nothing's going to stop him except for parallel parking

And who are you to insist that cars must be parked in straight lines?
Lines are tyranny
Nipplepinching the most brusque form of revolution