Written April 6 2026 for contest
In the concrete jungle I go riding my bike My tummy rumbles There’s no food tonight I’m not ruby rich Street my playground Now I’m just a kid Middle class lost and found I see Ms Peaches A well known store thief In her bag she reaches A sandwich for me to eat In return I pay her With my lemon loyalty I can be the little bird Black yelling popo you see I ride despite the dangers On my thrift store 10 speed In my mind I’m a red ranger Like I saw on classic tv I fantasize as I ride One day the moon I’ll see Handlebars to stars I glide On my bike I am free
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