slickdelray
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« on: July 06, 2009, 07:16:00 PM » |
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This is just a poem I wrote for school about a drag race. It also contemplates about the value of life, and how our decisions affect it. That's what I was trying to convey, anyhow. Enjoy!
The Street Race
While cruisin’ downtown late Saturday night,
I met a ’48 Buick who pulled up on the right.
He rolled down his window and yelled, “How ‘bout a drag?”
I said, “You’re on, but I don’t want to brag.
My Deuce Coupe is rumblin’, the engine is purrin’,
And when I get her into fourth, she’ll really be roarin’.”
We lined up at a bright red stoplight,
And I could tell I was in for a fight.
As the light turned green, we started to race,
Down the street we drove at a deadly pace.
Then I heard it, the ear-splitting bang.
I swerved hard to the left and my tires sang.
The Buick was engulfed like Dante’s Inferno,
Flames leaping out of places internal.
I watched in shock as the car exploded,
And the siren of an ambulance, through the air it floated.
I think back to that horror-filled night,
With a corpse of a car still in my sight.
There is still one thought that cuts me like a knife,
Was a race really worth a young man’s life?
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