Poetic Verses
Street Racing
It seems I can't forget the thrill
even after all these years,
of releasing pure brute power
as I shifted through the gears.
Being careful not to redline
keeping one eye on the tach,
my adrenaline was at threshold,
and I could not hold it back.
The engine screamed for mercy,
as the cheater slicks dug in.
Getting beat was not an option;
no, I just had to win.
I was doggedly determined
as I kicked in my two fours,
though the other guy was resolute
to blow off both my doors.
Looking back, I think how dangerous
street racing had to be
but must admit that way back then
it was such a thrill for me!
even after all these years,
of releasing pure brute power
as I shifted through the gears.
Being careful not to redline
keeping one eye on the tach,
my adrenaline was at threshold,
and I could not hold it back.
The engine screamed for mercy,
as the cheater slicks dug in.
Getting beat was not an option;
no, I just had to win.
I was doggedly determined
as I kicked in my two fours,
though the other guy was resolute
to blow off both my doors.
Looking back, I think how dangerous
street racing had to be
but must admit that way back then
it was such a thrill for me!