Bike, bike, ride your bike,
So when they ask you what your childhood was like,
You tell them you rode your bike.
Bike, bike, causes spite,
Bruised knees and stabilizers bite.
Bike, bike, ride your bike,
If someone else wants it
Don't concede, just give them a split lip.
Bike, bike, what would it be like?
To find someone to trust,
To hold ever so tight?
Bike, bike, get off your bike,
You're too old for that now,
Too old for a kite,
Too old for a light
To help you to sleep at night.
A job's the solution,
being an adult's the only way,
Oh, I'm sorry about your life,
But did you really want a say?
YOU ARE READING
Optimistic Pessimism
PoetryA compilation of poetry I've written in order to express myself. They are all very short, only about 100 words each, so please give reading a few a try! :) I also have a book! Link: http://w.tt/21toVyh (It's on my bio! And it's called "Scrape") Al...
