Poetry

The Biker

By 31st December 2009December 9th, 2019No Comments

Masturbate your motorbike
Sitting at the traffic lights
And revving up your engine
Just to give us all a fright.
Flashy helmet, wrapped in leather
Looking tough in any weather.
Lights turn green and you weave through
The slowly moving traffic queue.
Pick up speed. Away you go.
Overtaking just for show.
You’re intent on having fun;
Eighty, ninety, now a ton.
Cameras flashing everywhere,
Cops about, but you don’t care.
Speed away! I only pray
That you will stay alive today.

Andrew Diamond

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