Essence of Cool
Hey look, ..another motorcycle man!
Long hair and top of his head is tan,
face looks like a Christmas wreath!
Green bug juice streaks his beard,
and orange beetles in his teeth.
A bumblebee pockmarked his forehead,
where it must have burned in like lead,
No helmet or gear but he’s cool,
a biker’s unspoken rule!
This chopper with the suicide shift,
was given by his ex wife as a gift,
But he can’t get a date, even at the shows,
I think it’s got something to do…
with that dead moth stuck up his nose.
Wears shorts to feel the freedom of the breeze,
between the tar spots and bugs on his knees.
What a tough cool dude,
Attention is his food.
There he goes like he’s off to a race!
A hatch of insects covering his face!
Bare chest and black leather vest!
Shorts and sandals for the rest!
VA-ROOOM!!
Bugs don’t bother such a cool dude,
Look at him go ! …..MY WORD!!!
Oh crap ! .. here comes a bird …
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