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hell , I feel greedy as I' for the time being am te only writeing ,,Oh well it feels good,,anyways this is a poem I wrote 5 yrsago,,just getting the point across of how bikers feel ,I can only speak for the ones I rode with L&R,,,Wayne,,some of you's might have read this if you were on my site,well then this is for the ones who haven;t,,,lol
. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I'm Just A BIKER Riding our Steel Horses, Attitude and Pride, There's no finer life, Then riding an electric glide, We are hated by many, Letting thier ignorance show, They are so naive, The things that they don't know, Hell, we sweat, bleed and hurt, Just like the rest of you's, And we raise our family, And we read the local news, Sitting down, suck back a beer, Shooting the shit with our bro's, Does this seem so bad, Reminising of Bike shows, Yes we may look mean, And our Bikes are loud, But its whats between our legs, That makes us so damn proud, Building it from a Box, Frame, engine, and fat bob tanks, Slowly taking shape, Yes Harley Davidson we will Thank , We sit back and enjoy, The creation that is mine, Man "She's so beautiful!", Like no other Kind, Anticipating our first ride, On a warm summer night, Knowing soon that Joe Citizen, Will be filled with Fright, But there is no reason, For you to be scared, Because we're in our own World, And yours can't be compared, We never mean you's harm, Just wanting to be left alone, Only us and our rides, And the open road that we roam, We're not the ones to blame, For all of your ignorance, As we were born Bikers, Too bad you's never had the chance, Our lifestyle is a gift, And we stand up for our rights, That's maybe the only time, You hear of Biker Fights, You wonder whats a 1%'er, And of our Black leather, It's just our way of Life, Along with something for the bad weather, Even though you cut us down, We never get mad, It's just a way of Life, And it's for your that we feel sad, Yes, We are Bikers, Till the day we die, We'll ride till we're dead, And that is no lie, We will not harm you, Or cause you any pain, We really are good people, But we're obviously not the same, We are the men in black leather, Greasy blue jeans and tattoos, You think we all dress the same, But only if you really knew, You ask what's a Biker run, Riding Three Hundred Strong, Just because there's so many, Doesn't mean we're doing wrong, Maybe its another charity run, Raising money and Awareness, Helping some sick Children, Hoping to releave thier Stress, Never asking where it's going, The time and money that we spend, It may be for your child, That their illness we help to mend, So maybe you don't like us, And that is Okay, Because we all stick together, Yes that's the Biker Way. Written by Wayne Harvey of: WAYNES WORLD II & III Copyrighted: Oct/25/02 |
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I read that one over on your site not too long ago and it is a great piece. Although, maybe I'm just immature (ok, no maybe about it), but I did have a bit of a snicker when I read this couplet:
"But its whats between our legs, That makes us so damn proud, " Know where you're going with it and maybe it's because I read it right after reading speed's "( things you'll be sorry you know" post, but it was a bit funny. Keep up the good work Wayne, and if you are the most prolific poster in the Written Road, then we are the richer for it. Thanks! |
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