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I drive around a bi-cycle
a cycle bike psycho
at night a light’s on
my-ma (ma) mountain bike
oh it’s a little delightful
my seat on my cycle
I ride all night on
my-ma (ma) mountain bike
I’ll jump the curbs in acceleration,
and pedal push to my destination,
don’t pay road tax, my declaration,
no f... that, drivers hold frustration
Oh
Oi
These trucks get way to close
thinking they own the roads
Woah
Oi
they test test test my nerve,
these flucking bus ankers
I drive around a bi-cycle
a cycle bike psycho
at night a light’s on
my-ma (ma) mountain bike
oh it’s a little delightful
my seat on my cycle
I ride all night on
my-ma (ma) mountain bike
dirty dank fumes got me spacey
light headed it sways me
others walk or run but I go this way
I like to ride my bi-cycle
I'm cycle bike psycho
all day and night on
my-ma (ma) mountain bike
It must be said, some mouth opinions
you cyclists all smell like onions
which is mean
so I thump them and nick their keys
I speed on
oi oi
and I say ha ha ha you cannot drive your car
they say
woah woah
as I fly fly fly fly over the handlebars
I crashed into an Aygo
a Toyota Aygo
the wheel's mangled on
my ma (ma) mountain bike
I wasn't looking where I go
when I hit an Aygo
so I'm in mourn for
my ma (ma) mountain bike
in a hospital room
going crazy
fresh air seems tasty
they say ha ha can't ride your bike today
I think karma's a bastard
it put me in plaster
and now they have to
ha ha (ha) help me s**t
ma (ma) mountain bike
(oh) mountain bike
(mountain bike) ohh
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Went to go shopping but the little stores were all closed.
Only the giant,big barn stores were open, I felt I has been
truly hosed.
But of course, nobody gets Covid in a big barn store?
Covid only lives only in synagogues or churches and those tiny
boutique stores!
The so-called wise men, in my state, decided you cannot
get a haircut!
But strip joints are open and essential, where you can see
far more than buttt!
Schools must be closed as they are havens of the virus.
But you better wear a mask...don't want anyone to simile at us.
Merry Virus to you, don't let anyone hug you, you may die?
Orders from W.H.O, those devils we admire on high?
What a sad Christmas..I'll get a hamburger and drive around
alone in my Ford.
Thank God for a great Christian upbringing.
I am not here to serve the government, but Jesus Christ, the Lord!
***Merry Christmas***
12/19/2020
Always great fun at an intersection
With only a four way stop
You start, he starts, it's him no it's me
Nose to nose, where's a cop
You glare, he glares, nothing's solved
It boils down to a battle of wits
Like kids arguing over a colourful toy
“That's mine! No, it's mine!” and you sit
Even the ear shattering sound of horns
Has no effects on this yahoo!
All hell breaks loose, 8 guys get out
And a bloody fist fight ensues!
Standing back I watch the proceedings
Grown men acting like jerks
Get back in my car, I drive around it all
It's not worth being late for work
Four way stops are becoming quite rare
In this fast paced world we live in
Four way stops are now being replaced
Coz nobody's willing to give in
Hocus Pocus, Balderdash,
Newspapers print horror and trash.
Oligarchs hungry for extra cash,
To add to their enormous stash.
Nervous police officers feel the heat,
When they caution terrorists in the street,
They no longer walk the beat,
They have cars with safety seats.
Police cars drive around at night,
Warning louts that curse and fight,
Often these thugs take flight
Making the cops chase them with all their might.
Sadly the world needs cops.
We will need them until the crime rate stops.
When you see someone coming, a cropper
Phone the station, and they will send a copper.
Actual title below, but I guess this database isn't ()-friendly
(Love)
I remember when I was thirteen,
And I met this girl Nicole,
And I thought I was in love.
My buddies asked me how did I know,
I replied,
She's such a fox,
She's got a great ass,
And she writes me notes in class,
We rolled together during couples' skate,
I walked her home, held her books,
God, I loved her looks.
I remember when I was seventeen,
And I met this girl Linda,
And I thought I was in love.
My clique asked me how did I know,
I replied,
She's such a beauty,
She's won't play dead,
And she won't throw me out of bed,
We drive around from beach to beach,
I drive her home, to see what's next,
God, I loved the sex.
I remember when I was twenty-one,
And I met this girl Livi,
And I thought I was in love.
My frat bros asked me how did I know,
I replied,
She's cute,
She's showers me,
And she calls me all day until 3,
We commute in order to satisfy needs,
I phone her home, and she seems pleased,
God, I loved the skiis.
I remember when I was twenty-four,
And I met this woman Lisa,
And I thought I was in love.
My friends asked me how did I know,
I replied,
She's magnificent,
She inspires me,
And I feel her deep inside of me,
We think and banter in parallel jest,
I set aside at times what I must feel,
In order for our paths to congeal.
(3/9/91)
Today my husband and I decided to clean out the car, together.
Only I thought I was doing it alone, until he came out.
Okay, I quit, I said, knowing what happens when he gets in my WAY.
Remember I despise cleaning!
It’s something I only do when forced.
Today is force day.
We are exchanging cars.
I unloaded my car on Thursday night.
What a fright!
There are seventeen unopened boxes, waiting in the hall.
And six bags of stuff someone might be able to use twenty years ago, on the couch
Inside the front door.
If my mother showed up even after a four hour car ride,
I could not let her in.
She’d have to drive around for an hour or so.
I truly wish I was kidding.
I’ll just unload the five hundred pounds of birdseed, he told me.
Pretty soon we were fighting over a five dollar bill and a barrette.
The man doesn’t even have hair.
Those boxes and bags can wait for a week or two.
I’m in no hurry to go through them
Until I realize my wallet is missing.
I brought the rent home
after a day of work in the heat.
The homeowner was gone.
His uncle who he took in
was yelling
I went away.
Clothes cluttered
the living room floor.
Sometimes I had to admit
to myself I felt this
was not a home to me.
Last night I searched
my laptop for images
of women once loved
and allowed my mind
to wander.
a wanderer
maybe that was who
I was meant to be
The moon looked in
the window while
the television in the living
room played the same thing.
Another housemate slept on the couch.
A manager asked if I could
come in on a day off.
I told him no to protect
my time and allow myself
to drive around and write.
He called it a hobby—
never read the books I wrote.
My books were kept on a shelf
above the dresser in my bedroom.
In my dreams another was born.
Convoluted Possibilities
Constellations of configurations that capture my fading breathe
Elevations of consummations that reflect on all that’s left
Inclinations towards imitations that leave me feeling bereft
Commiserations for the consternations as a life lingers upon death
Collusions of covert planning that draw nefarious conclusions
Intrusions of introverted inclinations that produce clarity of thought amidst the confusion
Infusions of concert performances that are based on artistic delusions
The fusion of science and geometry that defy mathematical protrusions
Designations of grace and contemplation amidst a crystal stream
Resignations of place and contestations that induce the quiet man to scream
Conflagrations of misplaced elevations that produce a lucid dream
Amalgamations of disgraced technocratic awe captured in a meme
Beautification in the aftermath of philosophical inquiry and inquisition
Stupefaction at the polymath contriving his expertise without contrition
Communication flowing toward the empath as she absorbed the emotional vision
Calcification of the psychopath devoid of feeling amidst their precision
Morality and consequence above constellations of burning stars
Tonality and influence that drive around in expensive cars
The fallacy of innocence exposed to malevolence from afar
Polarity that is the inference of the political players counting cards
An essence of retrospect that stirs true emotion to begin to rise
Convalescence of intellect that brings a tear upon my eyes
Incandescence of a dialect burning like a candle in demise
Reminiscence of a moment in time that memory causes her to cry
Affluence and greed among the overpriviledged few
Common sense and need preside over the ageing and the new
Malcontents that feed on the morsels of the gossip in the stew
A mind that’s dense but beautiful leads the crowd and that is you!
The End Copyright Elizabeth Moroz
Some wake up in cardboard boxes.
Some drive around in silver boxes.
Cops in Irish pubs drink whisky
with black morning coffee.
Who will be first to climb the dawn light?
Daybreak stretches its long gray tendons
to high windows
where dim reflections mirror
strings of geese leaving.
There’s a virus crawling around they say.
Some wake up dying,
some night-walkers go home
to their daydreams.
The town will wear a different mask for a while,
on the freeway rubber rolls to elsewhere.
A limp light wallows in roof guttering’s,
shadows run low, scuttle into dank corners.
The last skein of geese has passed by.
I am at my window watching,
the concrete cells are waking,
some will not sleep again,
not before the next gasping night
steals their breath away.
I’ve gotten so far ahead in this world
By taking the easy way out and slinging drugs.
I don’t take care of my little boy and girl
Because, deep down inside, I’m just an average thug.
I drive around in a car that’s better than most,
And flash my gang signs to anyone that will look.
I have no morals and, in this life, I just want to coast.
It’s so much easier than real work to be a crook.
I see the humor in living high on the hog,
While the ones that I sell to can barely survive.
I may be no different than a rabid dog,
Killing those that get in my way so that I can thrive.
I see people working so hard to try to get ahead,
But they just get weighed down by the stress of it all.
Any given day, I could become one of the dead,
So, I’d rather live on top than be the one that falls.
Is it my destiny to live this kind of life?
I’ll either end up in prison or dead…or maybe both.
Do I really want a family and a loving wife?
Is it possible to change and take another oath?
Will karma come for me when I least expect it?
Is there any justice in this world at all?
I guess, in the end, I don’t really give a sh%@.
When death comes for me, I’ll gladly answer the call.