BIKERS

by

James Bredin

I’ve watched those bikers with big beards and black leather jackets,
Driving past in groups, proud as punch and pleased about their rackets,
Members of the brotherhood, making noise, keeping secrets, giving beatings
But only to those who deserve it such as finks and rats; all discussed at meetings
Going places, showing faces, parading patches and going to their church
Felt as though I should go too but would I be accepted or left out in the lurch?
Shuld I apply to be a biker but what do I know about that stuff?
Should I write my resume and hand it in but I don’t think that would be enough?

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