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Bicycles
Bicycles we rode, stole
The wool over their eyes
The audacity of it all
The lookout, the cutter
Masterminding an illicit operation
The brains of it all
They could never catch us
Not even close
Like men before boys
Hotly pursued
Around the neighbourhood
Who dare tell us off.
Just the four of us
Men not boys
Or so we thought
Rajahs of Rajah
Ruled the playground
Cussed the residents
From Ah Hood to Hougang
We reigned supreme.
Kings on bicycles rarely bought,
Zigzagging on double yellow lines
Inconsiderate on walkways
Who dare tell us off.
Our bicycles
Modified instantly at Novena
A gift from the generous
The nobility to gift wrap
Too proud to lock
Too daft to notice.
I thank you all for the rides on their behalf.
