Hardik Vaidya

Rookie - 431 Points (26 Dec 1969, I won't be dead till you know I am alive. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)

Road Cowboys Of Gujarat - Poem by Hardik Vaidya

I love you my dear, your obsession so queer.
Reading King Lear, only when you have beer.
Driving always on the wrong side,
Your head lights gleaming with solid pride.
Never fear, never a tear, always strutting with sheen,
Like the reigning roadway drag queen.
I know your obsession, I understand your frustration,
You have great assets, and you want to show the drops of perspiration.
What's the fun in showing the hinds?
You can't see the drooling faces of your admirers minds.
Go the wrong way, show the fronts sway, see them pop and spring,
Oh my dear I love your devilish thing.

Poet's Notes about The Poem

We have folks here to take pride in driving on the wrong side of the road. Instead of getting frustrated at them, I thought of writing a poem. I am not against homosexuality, I welcome it as I welcome all forms of sexuality.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 3, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, February 4, 2013

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