Coronavirus cyclist rage
21/04/20
I have thought of carrying a broomstick,
on my morning ride,
stretched out from the handlebars,
to sweep you away –
maybe one on each side.
This morning again I duck and dive,
glaring at your unbending glide past,
I bump onto the rough grass
and as you pass
anger burns my pedals.
You on my right, you on my left,
I weave in and out and round and about,
two metres please, two metres!
I have thought of carrying a broomstick,
on my morning ride,
stretched out from the handlebars,
to sweep you away –
maybe one on each side.
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