I'm a Biker
Poet's note: Best if read while listening to Frank Zappa.
September 11th: The torture must stop.
I'm a Biker
The open road lies
beneath my feet,
I eat the gravel with my face --
I'm a Biker.
Liberty's Bell
and Golden Gate
I own them both --
I'm a Biker.
From Sea to Shine-ing Sea,
The Oceans' me mates --
I'm a Biker.
Crossed the Line many a time,
The Fuzz and Me split the road --
I'm a Biker.
Land's scarce,
Roads a plenty,
Turtle up I spin on out --
I'm a Biker.
Sunrise,
Sunset,
Noon and night --
I'm a Biker.
Peace and love to all,
Richard The Hippy,
-- Autumn, 2001, Dallas, Texas, Terra.
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