motorbikes

"motorbikes" by k. mcentire and d. merchant

i ride past fast
arms like falcon wings
the blowback blows
off the crowns of kings

rival gangs belts are off
and their swinging em around
trying to hit me and
knock me to the ground

i ride over their capes
and my wheels lose the grip
i wobble around
and i start to tip

*help me out*
i yell to my biker band
they ride up on each side
to lend a hand

each grab a handle
and straighten me out
i get my balance
and i race on out

im out like i was playin hide and go seek
get a bigger crew and be back next week
im out like a rookie in baseball
unless i lose my balance again and fall



2009