No Clothes On Biker’s Back

When I was the age seventeen,

I was in a girl’s home

because my mom was really mean.

I got out for a little break,

went to girlfriend biker’s place,

and partied till very late.

We played strip poker

with a table of four,

everyone almost dropped

all their drawers.

Then I had to get back to my parent’s place,

biker drives me home naked

with no clothes on,

not a trace.

Luckily he stopped at all the stops,

we never did get pulled over by the cops.

This was right around 2 o’clock.

Next day went back to Anderson’s home,

I had to call my girlfriend’s phone,

to tell her clothes were all gone.

Yes, one of the girls ran away the night before,

girl went into my room,

stole them out of my drawer.

Runaway girl crosses the bridge to the Wisc. side,

hoping she can run from cops and hide.

Luckily my friend’s clothes did come back,

friend couldn’t wear them anyway for she was

pregnant and that was that.

Now if the runaway girl

had just wore the biker clothes the night before

I wouldn’t have to explain to my friend

why her clothes went out the door.

The moral of the story is;

While one is out getting naked,

someone is stealing your clothes that are forsaken.

Written by Christina Sunrise on Feb.19,2011

poem by Christina Sunrise
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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