I'D RATHER BE...

I’d rather be a biker than a snowflake.
A biker on the roads can race,
ride freely to any old place,
no one dares get in their face,
I’d rather be a biker than a snowflake.

The snowflakes march, but never fly
in sheer numbers their courage relies,
they march for peace, but violence cry,
I’d rather be a biker than a snowflake.

I’d rather be a lumberjack, than a hipster.
Wearing plaid, but not posturing,
a chainsaw or an axe I’d swing,
and send mighty trees a-toppling.
I’d rather be a lumberjack, than a hipster.

The hipster would sooner hug a tree,
and when they drink a beer that’s cheap,
they claim they do it ‘ironically…?’
I’d rather be a lumberjack, than a hipster.

I’d rather be a cowboy than a hippie.
I’d ride the range from dawn to dusk,
wild horses I would try to bust,
on wild bulls I’d try my luck,
I’d rather be a cowboy than a hippie.

A hippie might think riding mean,
eschew the beef, and other meats,
prattle on about being ‘green,’
I’d rather be a cowboy than a hippie.