J.C. Mahan first found his creative side as a hairdresser, and has since become a writer, poet, artist and sculptor. He loves to create with his hands and entertain with stories and food. He has a passion for music and has personally decorated the unusual but welcoming Funky Hair Ranch.
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poem of the week
BICICLETA
What is it that you don't get?
It's a bicycle, a play thing
A toy for us to enjoy together.
I can push you, you can push me.
We can pump each other all around,
Ride it inside, outside, what fun we've found.
Yeah, you could look it up in the dictionary.
It'd say: Bi meaning two wheels, a vehicle,
A mode of transportation to go from here to there,
Take you and me to us, like in the Magic Bus.
I want it, I want it, I want it.
So, why would you say I can't have it?
Oh, I see it is your bicycle.
You want to be in control, be in charge,
Decide who, when, and where
If anybody gets to ride at all.
You're going to lock it up down the hall.
Yeah, I guess you could just play with it
All by yourself alone and not have to share.
Go ahead and see if I care.
You can peddle your bike all over town
If you like with any old clown.
Why don't you stick it where birds can't fly
And Beso me huevos, adios, goodbye.
I'll find someone else who will let me ride,
Bicicleta.