Now that the Chrysler Chargers
With the Holden Monaros
And the Ford Falcons
Are all vanishing from
Our roads in the Outback
What will the bikie outlaws
In the next Mad Max movie
Drive on their tracks
Toyota Camrys just don’t cut it.
Categories:
bikie, character, world,
Form: Ballad
Does your workplace make you wear a uniform
Because you’re a firefighter, nurse or a cop?
Do you proudly wear your dark blue trousers
With that sexy white button up top?
Are you a chef cooking in a ridiculously tall hat,
Or a judge with an outlandish toupee,
Who gives terms of punishment out to the criminals,
Then tells the guards to take them away.
At work uniforms worn say we belong to this group,
Say allegiance, say honour and truth.
I guess that’s why the bikie gangs around town
Give logoed jackets to rambling youth.
But me, I’m simple, I wear smart casual at work,
During the day I am out of sight.
It’s when I get home, alone with my girl,
We dress in uniforms all throughout the night.
It doesn’t mean we belong, or have honour or code,
Or any real deep meaningful duty.
It means we love the implied power, the roles we can play,
Is a mental abstract form of beauty.
Categories:
bikie, desire,
Form: Quatrain
The Pansy Pink
Twenty second of October, 2013 almost over,
A new Bikie gang was formed called the pansy‘Pink’,
Their brother now in prison 15 years with no remission?
Cos he wore a Bikie, belt? Ah yes I think,
Down on the dusty borders, Police men wait with their orders?
To intercept any Bikie, who does from interstate, try to creep,
Old Soldiers on their Harleys wear their colors, been to Bali?
Arrested and searched, like some other lousy sheep,
The moral code of many,
including Police men, drops the penny,
The law is wrong that they are forced to keep,
Power crazed polititians,
laughed at with sardronic gasp derision,
its enough to make an angel bloody weep
And the bikies forced to wear the prison pink,
Bikies say they wear the pink for breast cancer ladies,
stick that one up you, son of hades??
Cos the madness and the badness,
You wouldn’t do to sheep,
But lunacy abounds in Queensland, madness,
surrounds,
Just ask anyone you meet…
Categories:
bikie, adventure,
Form: Ballad
Motorcycle Persecution gone mad.
Are they persecuting Posties?
On the streets of Brissy town ,
Cos them brawny bloody bikies,
Have made the Police to frown,
Hells Angels on Vespas,
on the footpath interviewed,
Do you have the drugs upon ya,
Is ya doing something lewd?
Nah we just taking Teddys to the kiddys hospital mate,
To put a little smile on the sad ones dial or plate,
Worried weekend bikies, being jerked off the bloody road,
And poor old guys at seventy, grilled for the bikie code,
The muttering and whinging, it’s all about the super sap,
The prince of persecution he knows just where it’s at,
Motorbike of persecution, good ole Police know where to pat.
Ludicrous say the locals,
as bikie Posties cringe in fear, {postman}
The Syndrome sure is biting,
And me “put put’s” acting *****.
Don Johnson
Of course we have bikies and Hells Angels etc and gang wars...
We also have a state Premier who persecutes people including bikiers and the handicapped, tossing the cripples out of their housing and taking their carer payments from them...big smiles all the time too:}
Categories:
bikie, adventure, drug, , cute,
Form: Ballad