TPI

If it’s an essence of Freedom’s expression
this genre wins praise with pimple heads
perched ludicrously atop of large frames
straddling huge road bikes, prototypically
Harley Davidson; the greying wind-flared
beard inscrutably marks belief and noisy
exhaust-note tone bleats out the emotive
epitome of an Elysian atmosphere

Those too-dark-to-see-out-of shades worn
easily hide a set of supposedly depraved
eyes sunken to great depths – it’s a test of
rationality gone awry, the game of the best
lurk ever invented, but who dares measure
infirmity in an ex-service veteran with TPI*
© 16 January 2011, I. D. Carswell

*‘Totally & Permanently Incapacitated’