HOT wheels.by Richard Head.

If I was still an outlaw my name would be Willy the Winder.

It all started in the back of a store when I was younger.

I wound up a pickup truck,and it went right out the loading door.

Maybe I was thinking of the future.

Getting off work,and jumping into my adult size truck at the back of the store,

I was never for one who wound up a Ferrari and taking it for a spin.

With a pick up truck I can pick up pebbles and perhaps an injured ant.

Yes Im a thief,but I do have a caring conscience.

Am I stealing your heart?

I swear your honor,Im a good person.

I did it all for attention,

Ten years later,

Craving attention,and getting a daily dose of detention.

A slap on the wrist.

Thank you,that did not hurt a bit.

At least it wasn’t my father with a smack to the ass.

Thats why Im hyper.

I can’t sit for long periods of time.

Its hard to sit still when your ass is sore.

I call myself Willy but that’s not my real name.

So I guess Im lying,Im really a Dick.

But I do care about ants!

So Im a thief and a liar.

But don’t they make the best outlaws!