Speed 

Speed is of the essence

Whizzing and cutting

Ignoring boundaries

Invading spaces

Setting hearts a flutter

No advantages sought

It is merely a game

Their cut throat squeezes

Satisfies their ego

Not a wobble, not a turn

Not a bump in the road

Violently they urge more

As the tires spin and burn

The engine purrs with delight

Floating through the air

Dewy moonlit nights

Ultimately finding despair

Amongst the sirens

And flashing lights

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by Bill Ferguson

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