Thankful Haters’ Patio

It’s a new year the Good Lord has given us. We need to be thankful for what we we have today. However, motorcyclists notice when another rider has a newer and better ride. We hate those guys!! :)) The last line is my attempt at irony…

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A cafe near an interstate,
Exit towards the western gate-
Patio is wide and clean;
Riders congregate to dream.

Motorcycle cruises warm,
Fair breezes block approaching storms.
Hearts are glad with empty plate,
There goes one! Those guys we hate.

Our humble rides of colors plain
Fancier would wallets drain-
But those guys cruise without a care;
New steeds of chrome; with power to spare.

Engines large to pass us by-
Fancy bags that make us cry.
Extra lights that flash and bait;
Smug riders that we love to hate.

Obvious ‘inheritor’!
Those payments- we are way too poor.
Matching clothes with gilded trim;
Full audio with custom rims.

Dejected we; they ride on by
Without salute; ‘too cool’ we cry!
Sulking towards our rides for home-
Suffer with this 103; I roam.

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One Response to “Thankful Haters’ Patio”

  1. Wayne Estes Says:

    Very good poem. I strongly feel this way.
    Thank you

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