see these mountains:
naked, they are
naked as a newly birthed baby
not covered in dainty green dresses or spiffy blue shawls
bare
gruff, crass, rough-edged
tattooed, beer-drinking
biker mountains
struttin' their craggy cliffs like fat old ladies at French beaches
baring their centuries-old scars for all of sun-burned humanity to see
naked, red-faced mountains
as hot and bold as the morning sun
'cause they just don't care
gina prettybrowneyes
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/biker-mountains/
