Ode to a Chain

Jacob Marley, he sure did know,
oh! the places chains they would go.
They clink and rattle, to be sure,
they leave you beaten, wanting more.
They're silky cold and blackish blue,
the things, with them, that you can do!
Give someone a scare at night
or teach them a lesson and make sure it's right.
Feel their hefty weight in your hand
as you swing them down on someone who can't understand.
Wrap them around a lithe physique,
hide them in bed for a cold midnight treat.
Whether they're thin and totally gold-plated,
or crazy blinged out and major X-rated,
attach one to my collar and tie me to bed,
pile them up and weigh down my head.
Attach to my wrists so I jingle as I walk,
cut off my air in my throat so that I cannot talk.
Link by link, their magic multiplies,
their appearance subdues any woe-filled cries.
Dangle one from your pocket and catch my brown eye,
use it quick on me, you don't have to say why.
Catch my wrist bone on one heavy blow,
slam it 'cross my back with everything you know.
Make sure to imprint it on the flesh on my thigh,
so that I can revel in it the next time I cry.