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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