Saturday, September 10, 2011

The bicycle has a bad night

Bicycles french quarter
From the sweatshops of old Cathay came I
To be stripped, abandoned, left to die,
Ignored by every passer-by.
Imagine how this feels?

Disintegration is near complete.  
They’ve grabbed my grips and swiped my seat.
And just last night, some Sneaky Pete
Deprived me of my wheels!

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