Biker Nerds
Biker Nerds, Biker Nerds
Taking over the road, you have such nerve
Biker Nerds, Biker Nerds
Please flip over your bike at the next curb
Hey old man, stop taking up the entire road and move the hell over
You dress like a star triathete but you are just thirty years older
Do you think you actually look good in those tight, yellow spandex shorts?
It's getting difficult to pass you and your group of thirty Biker Nerd cohorts
You guys are not Lance Armstrong, why can't you understand that?
You are just a bunch of skinny, aging Biker Nerds and throw in a few that are fat
You are always in the way, you are always a pain in the ass
You are riding your bikes in busy traffic, always trying to pass
You are riding so recklessly, you are riding so fast
This is why people laugh when you crash
You guys are everywhere and all over the place
Please get off the roads and out of my face
You are always riding your bikes where it is dangerous
Causing road rage and causing people to act vicious
You want us to respect you but about us you don't give a shit
You think you own the roads and we only just drive on it
Biker Nerds, Biker Nerds
Taking over the road, you have such nerve
Biker Nerds, Biker Nerds
Please flip your bike over at the next curb
From Dying On The Inside
Copyright 2025 Resisting Distress Publishing
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I am a writer who writes poetry & plays. I have also written a short film & I created an animated series on You Tube. Included on Power Poetry are seventy poems from my five poetry collections, Rhymes With A Reason, Too Much Unwanted Noise, Broken and Burned Bridges, Dying On The Inside and Fool’s Gold and Fool’s Paradise
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Highly personal grievance about cyclists; minimal abstraction or philosophical inquiry.
Multiple complaints densely packed; rapid-fire accusations and observations throughout.
Strongly negative; hostile, contemptuous tone throughout; wishes harm on cyclists.
Explosive anger; aggressive imperatives; exclamatory voice; relentless pacing and intensity.
Approximately 24 lines; falls in 31-60 range adjusted for actual count.
Minimal figurative language; mostly direct insults and declarative complaints.
Pure lyric internal voice; direct first-person complaint; no dramatic persona shift.
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