My Bicycle

I travelled around the world on my bike I wandered many places that you might like Hotels, restaurants any other places were reserved I wanted to visit one glamour hotel Frozen faces looked at my outlook and my modest bike They said places reserved and no parking to oldest bike I was angry at first, but then I felt hungry Went to the restaurant, no one made me angry there Cause there was no soul to get my bike to parking there Many countries around the world sun is shining everyday I wanted to testify, so I rented Bentley for one holiday With a hat, put some beard and moustache on my face My Bentley aided me to see receptionist’s smiling fake face They offered me rooms that are deluxe Parking was available to my big car, People are so flux, yeah so flux! The world is beautiful liar Far gone conscience is crier Magnanimous rich people are truly missing Greedy rich, filch people’s smell is untruly hissing I keep on dreaming, riding my humble bike Wishing to meet modest people that I like…