Were we ever fast enough?
Most of us just weren’t as tough
As Billy Blankenship, and so
We’d see how fast our bikes would go
Whenever he would come around
And want to knock us to the ground.
There was the famous Shoestring Race
Where we sat and tried to lace
Our shaggy shoes with blinding speed,
Tongues in teeth, about to bleed,
Fingers tripping over thumbs:
We were kings in Flunkeydom!
12/13/1983
Field of Vision 