Freedom Fries

Wind in my teeth, in my hair, man it blows
Rotten Potato. Rotten Potato. Rotten potato road

Bug splattered shades sittin’ tight on my nose
Rotten Potato. Rotten Potato. Rotten potato road

Me and the boys in the wide open air
Rotten Potato. Rotten Potato. Rotten potato road

Nowhere to be ‘cause we’re already there
Rotten Potato. Rotten Potato. Rotten potato road

Back home I’m a mister yes sir in a suit
Rotten Potato. Rotten Potato. Rotten potato road

Full throttle in leather I’m living my truth
Rotten Potato. Rotten Potato. Rotten potato road

These guns that I’m blazing aren’t from iron I’ve pumped
Rotten Potato. Rotten Potato. Rotten potato road

But from kale salad and the garbage I’ve dumped
Rotten Potato. Rotten Potato. Rotten potato road

So whether it’s left, or whether it’s right
Rotten Potato. Rotten Potato. Rotten potato road

I’ll toast to the ride with my beer fries tonight
Rotten Potato. Rotten Potato. Rotten potato road

************************
Welcome to Day 26 of the NaPoWriMo Challenge. Today’s challenge is to write a poem that incorporates a call and response. Calls-and-responses are used in many sermons and hymns (and also in sea chanties!), in which the preacher or singer asks a question or makes an exclamation, and the audience responds with a specific, pre-determined response. (Think: Can I get an amen?, to which the response is AMEN!.)

Freedom Fries is dedicated to my husband and his riding buddies who just left this afternoon on their annual pilgrimage to the wholly Harley Run. The responses in this poem are from the bike.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s