MY NAME IS DARING

It was 1984 when I decided to vacation in San Francisco, California

It Toured Downtown and the Suburbs

But there was a port of San Francisco that Tour Companies wanted Tourist to avoid

So I wanted to explore why this specific area was off limits

I spoke to the Tour Escort, and he told me how I should dress

I had my Jean’s torn and everything out place and wore a Do Rag Bandana around my head

Yes head

So I ventured up to the area of question

No time to talk out in suggestion

Now it could have been my Death

Nonetheless, I had to see for myself

Because I am not like everybody else

Courage with assurance

No I wasn’t under the influence

I was in an Alley surrounded by Motorcycle Gangs had arrived

I acted tough

I even called their bluff

I was told by one of the Motorcycle Leaders, I didn’t fit in

But I was determined in not to bend and give in

I answered with a tough assured voice, I am here now and what?

I managed to survive

The experience being totally strive

As you can see, I lived to tell my ordeal

Oh yes, this story is true and for real

It was a reason to explore

I just couldn’t ignore

I am alive definitely for sure