Chunks of Asphalt
Samplings of the "Ridden" word
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We Are
LP Scerri 11/22/2009 We are that hellion kid on a tricycle Forging a bond within the wind The graybeard veteran that came back home Who never quite fit in We are the rogues and rebels, sinners and saints Worst nightmares and dreams come true The jealousy and envy you feel each day The freedom not afforded you We are that loner packing a bedroll Whose destiny is to ever roam Each state representing one more room In his American home We are the group along the roadside Whom you revere and revile The weekend escape from your nine to five When you’re clad in Biker Style We are that long ribbon of tinsel As far as the eye can see Clogging the arteries of your city To lay a gift ‘neath a hospital tree We are genuine American Bikers Never resigned to be out of sight Know that we shall never back down Nor fade quietly into the night ©Copyright 2012 LPScerri |
An American Biker
LP Scerri 08/05/2007 I tend to push the limits I ride against the wind I look upon my vices Without the guilt of sin I dig the smell of leather I like the look of chrome I prefer the feel of a woman Without the silicone I am all for getting even I settle every debt I have faced many a demon Without a thought of regret I believe in God and country I know of sacrifice I honor those who've given Without regard of price I am an American Biker I don't subscribe to hype I ask only that you see me Without the stereotype ©Copyright 2012 LP Scerri |
