I pour out the sweat, not the smoke
I use pedals, not a four-stroke,
I don’t harm a thing, like you do
I don’t have those four, but at least I have two.
I don’t chase, I don’t vroom or screech,
I don’t have any hurry to reach,
And I even smile at people who pass-by
I don’t just honk and drive-by.
I may stand out in front of your velocity
But remember I vote, I pay and I have my own identity
I don’t have those four, but at least I have two,
And I want my “Right”-of-way too.