leaning into the corners
of deveraux's elbow
the mist and sand blasting my teeth
as i grin earlobe to earlobe
viciously riding full speed
straight into marblehead
doin my best to keep the french rocket
from careening
into the expensive rocks

skimming over the leaves
and puddles of perrier left in the streets
by the castle rock elite
i pass the night walkers
and i smile wider now
maniacally laughing in my mind
sounding the horn at each passer by
a thousand wasps to every pedestrian
as they smuggly grin
from surgical scar to surgical scar

an oppulent crock of shit
the starbucks shoppers
with their venti-half-caf-skim-mocha-latte bullshits
and their fugly children
dressed in the gap and banana who-gives-a-fuck
petrified of a small 50cc dose of reality
through their neck