demise or otherwise of an iron horse rider
thinking back 'bout a guy I loved
went by the name of mad Mike
long haired,petrol head,
straddler of a Harley Davidson bike
so many times we went the distance
and I don't mean in miles
usual spliff after fucking
smiling at each others smiles.
We used to blur to the coast
at death challenging speeds
in the sand dunes both gave
to each others hot needs
but our wild days came to an end
when he crash damaged our health
since our spilt he married a rich bitch
and lives off her wealth.
Later,sadly divorced from his meal ticket
and his over-spoiled brood
became good friends with crack and Jack Daniels
and loves the ladies,he hires,as long as they're sadistically crude.