Rebel Yawn

 What vice does life grant you

if you don’t have a penchant for the rebel

hidden behind shades and leather?

 

When you feel the rumble of chrome beneath you

and hear the sound of freedom throttle

then the tattoo of indulgence is fresh

 

When you have a quiet nature of coolness

that streamlines like smoke from a cigarette

then composure is felt with a squint of the eyes

 

When you sojourn on winds wings

and hear the tune of a rebel’s requiem

then you are resolute in a life harum-scarum

 

of a true fiend these qualities reverberate

yet not of one who writes a poem about them