Transitions of his poetry
brings upon one an epiphany.
Entoxication, cascade renditions
of splendoring Roaddog Wolf traditions.
Roaddog Wolf is now on fire,
look his Harley has a flat tire.
Where in the hell does he think he's going?
so lame he is not even knowing.
Flying off the back of his seat,
running away, can't take all the heat.
Poets are after him everywhere
because of all the poems he can share.
Sensual, funny and nature with heart,
variety of charm, this wolf takes part.
Old crackling hen's after his rump,
now everyone knows he's a chump.
He looks like a reinwolf to penelope,
growing antlers now can't you see.
Never know what your gonna get
his imagination is fire'n up I bet.
He can take you anywhere,
so creative this poet I do swear.
Riding you hard on the back of his bike,
or taking you on a sensual nature hike.
Sweet as can be or ornery as hell,
sensitively nice or hiding in a shell.
Roaddog Wolf always at war,
so competitive never a bore.
Silhoetes of sunset sky,
serenities on Harley fly.
Transcending into feeling serene
with filgree and clouds of tangerine.
Thinking beyond ones brain can go,
hilarious is he when put-tin on a show.
The very best is his tender heart,
fire'n up Roaddog Wolf is the funniest part.
Honorable mention
Adding your comment:
who's that guy ?? 
*dancing* 
OMG~ this is funny as sin
and much love~ Desire~*~
