What’s my niche?

…..you bald headed son of a bitch, that’s your niche, better learn a new pitch before you make another stitch, or move an inch; don’t flinch here comes your antagonist Mitch, always acting like he rich, him and that funny looking bitch, a bull mastiff that won’t quit, sink it’s teeth in anything it can grip, like it did when it bit my friend Mick, he was gonna shoot her, but tripped over his computer, didn’t get the chance to mute her, had to sit in the hospital with a doc name Bueller, who measured everything with a ruler, her office was so hot, I wish it was cooler, she wanted me to pull out my tools and duel her, I said no, wish you was cuter, I know it was rude but, what the pluck here comes Chuck Chuckling, always buckling,  got caught knuckling and suckling his neighbors wife, that’s why he’s considered trife, even though he acts nice, his eyes is blue like in that movie when they drank the spice.