Drag race, the quarter mile
On the rail, an outcast
Loud colours stand out
Or get forgotten about
Fast
It's not 'normal', apparently
To portray this kind of insanitary insanity
Lately, on that strip
With big lights, us misfits
Yet others all queue
To smell the sights, see the frights
Methanol in any case
Wipes that burnout from your face
Pressure to steal the show
When our lives live in parallel
That Christmas tree
Not seen for years and years
In my family home
Are you joking? On my road?
Constant fears
Pop! Bang!
Pop could never understand
Our band
How the fuck could he?
A poor life, pure-like
H2O
Absolutely fucking bland
And my Mom the whore
When I aged four
Abandoned her makeup at the door
To find utility
Days like Thunder, not forgotten
But I'm not bruised, from that shit Cruise
Not locked in - like him
It's my world now
That thrill, the how
Is up to me
To leave my competition static and sationary
Zeroes to heroes - pull 5G's
Outrageously stay alive
Like Bee Gees
A fighter, no fear
Helmet tucked tight
Lifting the gear
Focused to fuck
In the groove for this chequered-flag fight
I know I can win
My big rear-end wheels
Dance and spin
Then suddenly
Nitro, nitrate
All out with my hate
Lights!
And in less than one second
All I can see
Eyes on my heels - my adversary
Who yields and kneels
On my runway
Smells rubber, burnt PVC
No backpedal now
This is my Christmas tree
My baubles
My needle
It's his withdrawal
From this Cathedral
My chute opens and blooms
As I did, too late
It matter's not for now kid
I won this race
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Author:
Audite Degenerem (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Can be read from two different angles. A drag race, and a drag race. *Disclaimer: I have zero experience in both areas
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