my knee pulsates now
i can feel the scar tissue move and pop
all the battles and bruises sit just below the skin
like a hangover
of hard hits and straight riders
you don't wanna fuck with this

this beach is no place for my whole life
neither is the parking lot was strewn in
luckily for the rest of the journey
love is its own reward
and drunks move slower than
half naked cyclists



ride or die

this the poem i wrote