Biker Trash?

 I ride the bike even when it's a little cold

I am now biker trash so I am told

What has changed I just can't see

Has parking my truck really made a change in me

Or is the fact that I like to ride

And that my friend I'll never hide

From the ones that can't understand

How that throttle feels in my hand

Yet it's still the same man as before

That now you have some need to ignore

Last week when you were broke

I didn't laugh or at you poke

Instead I held out my hand

Helping you as much as I can

When you once had no food to eat

Who put that sack of groceries at your feet

The that time your kids got really sick

My phone seemed to ring awfully quick

At those times you were not afraid

And a friend I thought I had made

But now my face you can only slap

Because I have a leather jacket and some chaps

Go ahead and judge me if you must

And I really don't need your trust

I have shown what I can and will do

In your time of need I was there for you

Now that you've seen me ride

Have I some how hurt your pride?

Now your friendship may be missed

But don't dial my number I must insist

Because in my truck or on my bike

I am still the man that for 5 years you did like

Maybe the stories are really true

Everyone is trash unless they live like you!


An Uncle Charlie Original