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Knuckleheads By Chris Zagst
Faster they sped like Kerouac’s boys. Their fists in the air, astride knucklehead toys. Passing a bottle of wine in between, Riding so fucking close, one hell of a scene.
No worry or care even enters their minds. They roll on the throttles and leave it behind. The shit is just that, no reason to take it. No change of clothes packed, just tools and a blanket.
Only one thing pursues them and follows too close That bastard called ‘age’ that neither one chose. Two knuckleheads ridin’ for the time of their life And leavin’ behind expectations and strife.
So onward they blast living life on the edge, Hitting juke joints and brothels and making a pledge, To never give in to demands of the man. No motherfucker will screw with their failure to plan.
It’s not a choice made by most in this day. Life of adulthood can get in the way. No money or job can bring them more joys Than brotherhood shared riding knucklehead toys.
czagst@bellsouth.net
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