Oh motorcycle,
no one needs to know your existence,
nor cares you exist.
You burden of all transport,
you burst my eardrums,
rip apart thoughts with ROOMS! and ROARS!
The way you're mounted too.
It's just ridiculous,
your required cowgirl position.
Many think you're cool and bad ass.
I would agree with them,
or at least find you slightly tolerable,
in exchange for SHUTTING THE HELL UP.
YOU ARE READING
CLUCK NO
PoetryA collection of both emotional and humorous poems about growing up and other frustrating parts of life that'll sound alright in your head, but just plain stupid out loud. !!!WARNING!!! This is not a compilation of chicken poems.
