the owner
left if chained
to a gate
so the poor
cycle waits
kicked around
pushed around
in very bad state .
dogs come
sniff it piddle
on it a cycles
woeful wretched
cosmic fate
wheels within
wheels gyrate
the cycle
contemplates
why does he not
sell me as junk
or to a poor
child donate
as a soulmate
so helpless
lying serpentine
poor health
as it loses
weight getting
rusty the cycle
morbidly mutates
wishes if only
to budnitz cycles
it could migrate
a loving boss
a cheerful boss
a yogic with whom
it could relate
over a good cup of
coffee that does
not suck ,,satiate
lonely in the wilderness
of urban decay as
its wheels rotate
to a beggar poet on #ello a story it narrates
