2Wheeltips

When do I need to stop, is a voice that I hear,
It is a sound that comes from my inner ear;
I read the books, and classes I do take,
but will I stop before its to late;
I recognize the all the signs, I see,
but are they really there for me;
Is there such a thing as going too far,
especially when you are not driving a car;
What about two wheels that you are on,
can you go too far, where far becomes gone;
What is it that you are talking about,
because what you are writing is not clear, and I am out;
I don't have time to waste,
Just because you are typing up space;
You know we bikers do not call a car by its name,
The word we use is "cage", it is a biker's thang;
You make me wonder are you a real biker that ride,
or are you a wanna be, who is full of jive;
So as a reader, I have an answer for you,
I can tell you what you need to do;
Save up some money so you will not become poor,
don't try to sell your prose from door to door;
Buy yourself a bike to ride, and a safety class do take,
your writing is getting on my last nerve, give me a break;
Well Mr. Don't like what I write, tell me when do I stop,
In the background when you hear the sound of the 2wheeltips cop;
What is that sound, I must ask,
When Carol says to you, "your poems are a blast!"