Biker Bar Poem by Lamar Cole

Biker Bar



Randy was dealing with his inner demons.
He just couldn't contain his rage.
He loved to go to the pool hall and biker bar.
And try to beat the hell out of everyone in sight.
He didn't care if he won or lost.
He just loved the thrill of fighting.

Saturday, April 18, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: people
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