Bikers are hardly the norm.
In ranks and in columns they form.
These knights of the road
The establishment goad.
(Yet they all wear the same uniform.)
Queensland introduces draconian motor bike rider laws
Well it’s official, bikes are bad
And governments are clearly mad,
For those who motor on two wheels
Are all, we’re told, in dirty deals,
And if they ride in more than threes
Our Mister Newman he agrees
He’ll slap them quickly in the can,
So sell your bike and buy a van
Before you’re labeled as a fink;
One wonders how these pollies think.
Most crooks I know wear suits and ties
Drive beamers, steal, and trade in lies;
They don’t wear leathers, don’t have tatts,
And though they are all scheming rats
They to the parties pay their subs,
And do their deals in city clubs.