MOTORBIKE

Still hours before dawn

The police are asleep

And I’m on a terror run

Flashing through the backstreets

It’s a hard core crap game

That I’m playing with death

Engine howling tyres screaching

Desperate speedqueen

Loading each corner

With rubbers hot smell

Craming every ounce of power

Down between houses

Watching through my visor

The neighbourhood fly

While bikes fierce majic

Carries me home

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