Analysis of Ol bikers

I could hear my own breath and the room smelled like death as the ol cat just stared at the floor then he lifted his head and the words that he said I'll remember forever more he said I gave you an out you damn prospect scout but I guess your as dumb as you look you must not have been told to have respect for the old and with that he threw a left hook at the end of his wrist was a cast iron fist that damned near knocked out my brain when the fog cleared my vision was bleared and I could not remember my name the ol cat just hissed said don't get me pissed mind your manners and just be polite we'll make our amends and all go home friends just forget this stupid ass fight well I got to my knees let out a sneeze spewed blood all over the floor I should have stayed down but like a rodeo clown I jumped up ready for more I said your really a sucker you gray bearded old fucker you have dead old bag of guts kiss your scooter goodbye cause your fixing to die then he kicked me right square in the nuts he said now I may be gray but I got this here by whooping tough shitheads like you ol bikers ain't old till their dead and cold and I still got some more living to do through the blood and the beer the message was clear my vision still just a blur don't ever be rude to an ol biker dude just smile and always say sir.