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

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.

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..