Rusty Chrome


You woulda loved my bike

All spirit and speed and chrome

Just sitting on her

Made you feel at home


But you know how it is

Letting the wrong people on your bike

They ride too hard scratch the paint

Forgetting it’s not theirs you know the type


To my avail I was never quite

Bitch enough to tell them so

They damn near destroyed my girl

All because I couldn’t say no


Each time I fixed her up

Never quite a good as before

You know the feeling of a hurt bike

It leaves you so sore


But just recently I lent it to a guy

Who was good to her

Fixing her up and repainting

She’s getting better that’s for sure


So the lesson I’ve learned

Don’t lend anything to reckless fools

At least, the very least

Make sure he has tools



Written on

September 15, 2008

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem was obvously not about a bike. It was about me. None of the guys I dated stuck around for that long. but I still loved them all the same. I finally am on my (fingers crossed) last guy that i will have for the rest of my life.

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