It’s unimaginable that my cost

Is less than the glittering sneakers

Some people prefer

Yet I offer better locomotion and comfort.

Or maybe people don’t know what they want!

I thought they value money

But maybe I was wrong;

Otherwise, if price was a factor as they say

I would have conquered people’s hearts!

 

Recently I was surprised by some people’s

Ignorance about how safe I am.

In a heated exchange between my boss

And his neighbor,

The neighbor claimed that when he thinks about biking

He thinks of his blood flowing

From a headless, limbless body

Lying helplessly on a road surface.

You should have seen how his eyes rolled bashfully

Like a 3-year-old child

After learning that only two percent of the accidents

Involve me or my cousins.

And by the way, if everyone opted to use us

All the horrible crashes would be forgotten,

Only a few minor scratches amongst us would occur.

 

I was appalled by the hypocrisy of my challengers

Yet they remain more popular and cherished.

My challengers provide travel services

At a cost of intoxicating the clean breathing air.

The challengers have also demanded

That people must forget the naturally filtered water.

The challengers have intimidated people enough

To make them surrender the fertile soils

For these huge challengers to be buried after use.

I have attempted to expose them but

Was never taken seriously at all.

Yes, I always want to communicate

But people don’t understand what I say.

My voice is taken to be an annoying clinking sound

That must be silenced by lubrication.

They forget that I can also hear their cracking joints

If they don’t use me so often.