Burning rubber

Burning rubber

A Poem by Lauren..

Motorcycles may look cool,
Millions of people don’t wear helmets,
People don’t care about their safety,
Motorcycles can’t be ridden in the house,
Motorcycles run on gas,
You can feel free with the wind blowing in your hair,
A motorcycle takes too much space on the road,
Every single one of us has a choice of what vehicle they drive to get them where they need to go.

© 2025 Lauren..


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Added on June 24, 2025
Last Updated on June 24, 2025

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Lauren..
Lauren..

Greenwood, IN



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I like to paint and write. I enjoy helping others through my writing. more..