Can Run but Never Hide!

[Waynesworld]

in responce to hdAngels PM,as I was looking at You tube ,I figured maybe this poem true but light minded situations ,will have all of us thinking from day to day,,,L&R,,Wayne

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Steroids Won't Help Him



We ride until we're dead,
We're dead till we ride,
Our bike is our life,
And also our personal pride.

They lock us down,
Abusing their fucking rights,
Got 3 years below,
Just for a bar room fight.

A mouthy wanna be,
Pumped on steroids and booze,
Never thinking that his ass,
To me He would lose.

I sat in the prision box,
Hung over like hell,
All the crown would say,
Judge is that booze I smell.

The black eyed rat,
Sits guarded by cops,
Fearing for his life,
As all the names he drops.

3 years they hand down,
For bitch slapping that punk,
Now away from my scoot,
I knew this judge stunk.

They take me back to holding,
As the rat weasel's away,
Not knowing,
That soon it will be his day.

My bro's glow with hate,
As they mumble to each other,
We'll get this steroid monkey,
For locking down our brother.

Time and time again,
Their Justice is passed,
Not hearing any defence,
It was tried to fast.

But par for the course,
Bikers are marked men,
And always will be,
Hoping that will soon mend.

So you steroid punk,
You know who you are,
What goes around comes around,
So you better move far.

We answer in ryhme,
As we are filled with disgust,
But we will even the Score,
Way before my Ride Starts to rust.

WAYNE 1986