Suddenly, I'm surrounded by bikers by the dozens
on snorting, growling Harley Davidsons.
Helmeted, bearded and smelly looking
they have expression of angry Vikings.
Are we all headed to the same convention,
Queer Americans for Peace?
In passing me, their horned leader gives me the finger;
the following slogan emblazoned on his jacket:
BLAME IT ON GOD.COM
I change my route and head for Phoenix.
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