Early Sunday Morning Bastard

2 stroke motor

Broken muffler

Dried out chain

Pegs in spokes

Ghetto blaster

Squawks the
Neighborhood
At bloody 6 am

Who could it be

But the bloody

Early Sunday Morning Bastard

I know this person. Never sleeps. Shakes my windows. I say we steal his/her batteries.

You were angry, weren't you. They do it to me also, on their way back home from their night highway rides, at 4 a.m.!!! Bloody bastards, indeed!

I think you're right, Bar22do. They're probably finally coming home from a wild Saturday night.

He's been stalking me since I can remember firefangled - every suburb I've ever lived in, even when I was living in a tent on the beach he showed up in a dune buggy.


A bit angry Bar22do - just getting tired of being woken up at all hours by blunt tools who think they're more colourful than dreams: they're not!


A Wild Saturday Night sounds interesting YesNo. I'll mark it in my calender ;)