The Hack Poem by Nat Z. Punx

The Hack



seems like this is somewhat indulgent
i'm very unsure what it all means
so of course
i continue
crazy bob rides up
on his new black and silver bagger
with a factory sidecar
he offered me
my son's first ride in a hack
he was five
i rode with him
it was my fist ride too
i was a little older

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Nat Z. Punx

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peoria illinois usa
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