My bike is freakin' useless, I told the boss one day, Cause it will not take me backwards, When I want to go that way. He tells me going forwards, Is the way to get a head, And when he says this shit to me, It fills my heart with dread. I should have known better, And thought it out some more, Cause when I tell him certain things, He gets a chance to score. My bike is freakin' useless, Reverse has packed it in, And like that bike from yesteryear, I'd throw it in the bin. I need to be so careful, Where I'm going on the farm, And if I get it into trouble, I quickly loose my calm. I've tried out all the switches, And levers I can find, But it just won't motor backwards, No need to look behind. My bike is freakin' useless, But it gave me some relief, When he tried it out himself, So he could give me grief. He could not back it either, No matter how he tried, If somehow he had managed it, I'm sure I would have cried.

Be just like him to do it, Like he did the other time, The antics he gets up to, Should be declared a crime. My bike is freakin' useless, As I'm sure you,ve worked out now, And I'm sick of pushing backwards, It makes me want to scowl. So he sent it to the workshop, Just to keep me sane, I had no heart to tell him, I just could not explain. That my sanity I question, As I'm working here for him, Why do I still do it, Still risking life and limb? My bike is now more useful, Than it was some days ago, I guess I'll go on working, Since it's not so hard to go. But if the boss gets cheeky, On another future day, I'll tell him, "Take a running leap'' But I sure won't go away. Things couldn't work without me, It woulddt be the same, I keep things running smoothly, Cause shepherd is my name. A Shepherd

The Shepherds Bike