Angels in leather, Angels in lace
Wings and motors navigate winds
Always headed in earnest somewhere for life’s an exciting race
Chasing and gracing their lofty ideals
At home in the air or upon spinning wheels
Teddy Bears, Tattoos, Stories n Scars
Belonging and longing to fit in as kin
Not all blemishes reside in roughed skin
Sure, as an apple seems destined for fall
Pickers sort out the good from bad
Glad for the work, the fruit, and the trees
Carefully handled from field to stand
By the lug, the crate, or the sack
Labeled, Logoed, and Liberated
Whether their heroes or villains
Most often just misunderstood
Gang’s verses Clubs opposite Chains verses Hugs
Like flipping a coin neath the sun
Angels of leather, Angels of lace…faces with destinies