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The Wannabe

A poem written when someone called him a "wannabe biker".

I wannabe a rider of a steel steed
I just don't feel the need

I wannabe free, wild & bad
But am chained, mild & sad

I wannabe cold & hard
But I am really a pussy

I wannabe a rebel rider
But bad weather scares me

I wannabe able to ride like a bat outta hell
But I don't feel the need for speed

I wannabe a rebel
But I am just a pebble

I wannabe a biker... heart, body, soul & mind
But I can not because I just a..... WANNABE!

The DAWG

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