The BikeA Poem by Erin LeeWhat kind of person steals a ten year old kid's bike right out of his front yard? I hate people.The Bike
He sinks into the couch Cheeks pressed against micro fiber Puffed out, red.
But, Mom, Why would somebody take it?
Black Flat Paint
Officer forearm tattoo Eyes locked on the empty Tipped, at my feet.
Sir, Have you had your donuts today?
Just Take Report
Tears that morn for trips missed Convenience store Friends, freedom.
Moooommmm, I’m bored!
Thanks For This
He rides away Forgetting to look over his shoulder Before crossing.
Dude! Look at this score!
Got Away With it
He sinks into the couch All in a day’s work Puffed up gore. © 2010 Erin Lee |
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Added on May 28, 2010 Last Updated on May 28, 2010 Tags: stolen bike, poetry, erin l george |