VROOOOOOM!!! VROOOOOOMMMM!!!!!!
03/26/2019
SPARKS B R I D G E D the GAP
SHUDDERING, BODY AWAKENS
THIRSTY for HIGH OCTANE
ANXIOUS to be let LOOSE
The CROWD is QUIET
The one NEXT to me is FIDGETY
We Both fart SMOKE
With every drop of HIGH OCTANE
Come on MAN, let me go
I can already taste VICTORY
I can see the FINISH LINE
That we shall pass in the BLINK of TIME
Muscles wound up, aching
The COUNTDOWN goes from red to green
Left behind only BURNT smell
Where RUBBER meets the ROAD
The whole thing LASTED only a few ticks
But what a THRILL
I would surely need new RUBBER
Before I'm back at the STARTING LINE.
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Author:
Suresh (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My first whack at joviality, frivolity
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Comments3
Your 'first whack' has been a success.
Thnx.
and he moved like a tiger on Vaseline.... but only for a micro second ........ Neville
I'll take it
its yours................
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