His and hers Harley's roaring down the road.
Spluttering, they belch their oily anger,
and lumber, like old steam engines, across the valley.
Riders ludicrously attired in matching regalia,
off on a great adventure; to the Superstore!
Must buy more!
Sedate and debase me, with reality TV.
Supersize and tease me, into believing I am free.
The roar of the engine masking the fears, and tears;
denial, lies, and hypocrisies, of this oil-dependent society.
The Nature of Things?
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