The biker

by Grant Gilbert AKA Slash   May 30, 2008


The biker

I'm a biker see, I wear black leather
A helmet on top and boots down below
They say it's for safety but I just don't know

A belch of black smoke
And a bellow of sound
If I fall over
I'll just sleep on the ground

Cos I'm big and I'm bad
They say I smell ripe
But they sit there cowering
And shaking with fright

So I ride this big bike see, a thousand four
The S.O.B in the restaurant won't open the door
So I wind up the throttle and smoke him right
And the bugger inside howls like a dog in the night

I'm a biker see and I likes my fun
So it's parties and beer
I even carry a gun

The cops don't like me, see if I care
Think he can catch me?
Let's see if he dares

Cops are so slow and bikes so fast
Smokes all they saw
when they saw me last

A bottle of O.Bs for warmth at night
But if it really gets cold
Then there's always a fight

I'm a biker see
And could really care less what you think of me
I think you're just jealous
Cos I get it for free

Grant

I just have to add this is not who I am although some of it is true this seems to be how people portray us bikers.They have no clue.

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  • 13 years ago

    by Grant Gilbert AKA Slash

    Thank you so much for the comment Larry, I've been riding daily now for 30 years and I still find it surprising that people still look down on us..

  • 13 years ago

    by Larry Chamberlin

    I'm a biker see, I wear black leather
    A helmet on top and boots down below
    They say it's for safety but I just don't know
    ^^^ In the 50's the Angels wore flight jackets because many came from the Air Force in the war. When they were accused of wearing them for safety, they ripped off the sleeves. Defiance takes effort!

    A belch of black smoke
    And a bellow of sound
    If I fall over
    I'll just sleep on the ground
    ^^^ Good double meaning: acceptance of the danger involved and the laconic "sleep where I drop."

    Cos I'm big and I'm bad
    They say I smell ripe
    But they sit there cowering
    And shaking with fright

    So I ride this big bike see, a thousand four
    The S.O.B in the restaurant won't open the door
    So I wind up the throttle and smoke him right
    And the bugger inside howls like a dog in the night
    ^^^ These two stanzas could be combined, but either way they don't bring anything new to the stereotype. I prefer the second, since it involves more direct action. Also "bugger ... howls like a dog in the night" is great!

    It's obvious you are ballooning a negative stereotype, even without your disclaimer at the bottom. Your poem is both humorous and clever. Speaking as a former biker myself, I love the satire.

  • 16 years ago

    by Jim McMillen the man within

    A multifacited individual at his best , even when he's at his worse. You are one of a kind my friend 5/5

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