Ilikeabikea
Active Member
Anbody write poems about the stuff they like. Here's one of mine...........
Deep in the abyss of the mind of men
Things just happen and we don't know why
Some are given over to woeful sin
Others just want something that will fly.
Whether car, plane, scooter or bike.
We just have to make them go really fast
What is it about speed that we think we like?
We know it makes em not last.
But put together a bunch of guys
And anything with a motor
They'll make sure it really flies,
Makes noise, and leaves an odor.
Deep in the abyss of the mind of men
Things just happen and we don't know why
Some are given over to woeful sin
Others just want something that will fly.
Whether car, plane, scooter or bike.
We just have to make them go really fast
What is it about speed that we think we like?
We know it makes em not last.
But put together a bunch of guys
And anything with a motor
They'll make sure it really flies,
Makes noise, and leaves an odor.