Enough

The Ways of This World Baffle Me Still
It Seems I Will Never Understand Much

On A Bike, By Myself, Undesturbed
By The Chaos and Clutter
I Melt Into Corners
Metal and Mettle
A Soulcraft

I Understand Enough

Is that an anagram?

Ooooh we have had recipies now some poetry corner, feel the hooligan.

I entitle my entry....CNUT


I spank my SD to the redline always on the max,
High sides out the corners but so far just on tracks.

Rambunctious akrapovics lording the countryside
Knee down whoring on the twisties hear the plastic glide.

Children cower by the side of the road as I roar past, im insane,
Grannies hobble across the roads twice as fast in thier zimmerframe.

I ride like a twat, a redbulled liveried hooligan,
Who'ed of thunk it from an upstanding Policeman.

Good effort Dan.