At the moment in my
perilous beggar poet
state I am fine taking
my ride on this rickety
old lady who loves to
whine taking me into
dark alleys where
drunkards lie supine
an aged old cycle
my sweet valentine
taking my weight
on her bent spine
a cycle rusty rickety
but superlatively
imperatively divine
when i told her i wanted to buy a budnitz cycle
she looked hurt covered herself in a hijab confessing
her sadness to her friends feline muttering the beggar
poet from garbage has got struck by beef banned bovine
