Biker Mountains Poem by gina prettybrowneyes

see these mountains:
naked, they are
naked as a newly birthed baby
not covered in dainty green dresses or spiffy blue shawls
bare

gruff, crass, rough-edged
tattooed, beer-drinking
biker mountains

struttin' their craggy cliffs like fat old ladies at French beaches
baring their centuries-old scars for all of sun-burned humanity to see

naked, red-faced mountains
as hot and bold as the morning sun
'cause they just don't care