Horses of Steel

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
I see the guys riding the $40-50,000 cars and always remember the kick I get when they pull up beside a Hog. I almost feel bad about it.

Submitted: February 25, 2008

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There is no need for any bravado,
No need to blare music with windows down,
The road is always ours, no questions asked.
No drag racer offers up their pink slip,
No fancy Corvette could ever compare
To our lithe mounts and the one man show
Of any in leather and a plastic crown;
Nor our group dance, chastisement self tasked
As we sway in the wind and dive and dip,
Close as any fool would drive on a dare.
A slip and it turns to a tale of woe
For which exhilaration is the noun.
Our fear is ever present but masked
Driving as if Satan himself did whip
Forever ruling the road and he air.


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