his bike

His bike was stolen from my house again.
This bike was given to him to replace the last one.
Last night it sat next to my pretty bike
like an awkward middle school boy, clunky and big.
It was chosen over mine.
Perhaps his was whining in the night and
someone had to shut it up.
Maybe his bike called someone a ho.
Maybe his bike took off on it's own,
tired of being taken for granted.