The Ridden Word
~by Sorez The Scribe

Ride on Biker Poet write on
For those who came before
And for those soon to follow
Let the wind carry your words
And your pen become a tool
Carry on the tradition
That started decades ago
Write on Biker Poet ride on
Twist the wick express your soul
There's no such thing
As a bad Biker Poem
 

                                              
                DANGEROUS ROADS
                 
                 ~By Sorez The Scribe

     There was a time
            When they labeled us
            One Percenters
            Now that we are fifteen
            To twenty five percent
            They don't know
            What to call us
            So they label us as a threat
            And declare it open season
            Out there on the road
            As Brothers and Sisters go down
            Every damned day
            As them Judges and Juries
            Let cagers get away
            With lethal mistakes 
            That they make evey day
            Out there on dangerous roads

    WERTLESS
                
            ~By Sorez The Scribe

            Born out of wedlock
            A prodigal son
            Half of his life
            Spent behind bars
            Prospecting patches
            Too good for his back
            Feds on his tail
            And cops on his ass
            Now don't get me wrong
            The Brother was righteous
            Yet a twist of fate
            labeled him worthless
            A poet, a writer
            A son of a bitch
            A bastard stretched
            Way beyond his means
            Ashes to ashes
            From dusk until dawn
            In this game called life
            He was just a pawn