Iíll poke thee to the depth and breadth and height
my needles reach, and, poking out of sight
Iíll poke you end to end, though my eyes glaze.
Iíll poke thy bones (No use to try the door!)
My quiet need, to watch your life blood flow;
Iíll poke thee freely, (Donít get up to go!)
Iíll poke thee quick, (Those straps are quite secure.)
Iíll poke thee with the passion of my soul;
relieve my griefs and all my childhood's pains Ė
Iíll poke thee Ďtil they cancel my parole
and find my other friends Ė their scant remains.
Relax Ė while I tattoo your body whole*Ö
Öcome let the anaesthetic chill your brains.
*not too sure of the spelling here
(i's offer apologies to Elizabeth Barrett Browning, but she's dead.)