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!

1 comment:

  1. If bicycle would talk he (boy bike/cross bar) would tell us how violated he feels. I would guess the aura surrounding the violator will usher the violator to be violated, Karma, destiny, crashing his bike into a tree or whatever little hells he has inflicted upon himself by such a selfish act.

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