Waste that's stuck in the ground
will be here for hundreds of years
even if the earth was left alone to heal
our friendship is like that
waste build up like plastic tears
even if it was recycled
it would still be here

I can forgive you
but I cannot forget
Our friendship will never work right
like a thrown-out-broken cassette

My pain built up like trash
piles high above the ground
too high to try and hide away and stash
it stinks
it rots
it ruined the green
words were said
that were far too mean
somethings cannot be fixed
some mistakes you can never redeem

like plastic the pain is here to stay
the pollution of your toxic words
have made our friendship grey

I am so happy
that I want to run and jump
and skip and hop WHOOOOOO

There's nothing like the Feel
Of two wheels and the power
Between your Legs, The Pounding
Of two  Cylinders, as the engine Revs.

Wheeling through snaking roads
Surrounded by Sunlight and trees
The intense smell of fallen leaves
On a cool nights ride. Feeling free

Blasting down a two lane road.
Rolling into a small town,you
Hear the Bikes Rumble, as you
Shift down, and throttle off the gas

The roar of your bikes sound, as
It bounces off the passing buildings.
You're out of town past the Last street light
As the Stars unfold in the stark black night

The feel of the wind's a sweet taste of freedom
Content for the silence and the Bike motors hum.
As an old Biker the ride is Past, but the feel of
The wind Flowing past my face, and the pound
Of the Motors sound, still be mine, Till my Day is Done

Prickly pokey
I guess I'm kind of hokey
cacti are my jam!