Falling for a broken chin
Between my handlebars
As that fine lass across the lane
Was begging to be smitten,
And I to be lighter than air,
But there’s no impressing
Some folks,
Even piled up on the road
With blood bonding tears
To the piss in my pants,
And the hands of friends
Should have been back patting
My acrobatics
Instead the fists of neighbours are waving
At me as others lift me to a car
Seat for a more sombre
Ride to the hospital,
Where that sweet girl’s
Mother sews me back together
Again and puts me on the wall
For another attempt.
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