careering down the road on my bike
going hell for leather
right over the tail of a sleeping cat
ooh ya
“wheeew!” it screams as it runs off
back through its stinking cat flap
why am I riding today?
what am I doing
rolling these wheels down this road
on a warm day?
it’s not as if the birds won’t shit on me
if I’m standing still
go home, you upstart
go home, you whippersnapper
go on, ride that rusty old bike
all the way back to its shed
where it belongs.