Poem – Electric Engine Motorcycle

It’s economical

it’s friendly

hipster boys will think you trendy.

 

crouched on its faux leather seat

not “cool” par-say, but neat

feet an inch above the street in plastic cones…

 

but does it roar?
does it sing that animal song?
does it make the weak seem strong?

does it scream through thrumming pistons,
biting at the road?

can it sit all alone,
glare with growling eyes of chrome
yet charm you like a lost dog
make you want to take it home?

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