'Hotted Up Car' Poem by Somniator Moon

Rubber on tar
Hotted up car
Line-lockers to see
Places to be

Computers are chipped
Guards are lipped
Inches from ground
Pumped up sound

Stroked and bored
Turboed Ford
Blown Commodore
Four on the floor

Bends for driftin'
Gears for shiftin'
I'm no hood
I'm just good

Had no trainin'
And it's rainin'
Time to cane
What's aqua plane?

How'd this happen?
Thought they were clappin'
Thought I was cool
I was a fool

Memories in my head
Of mates now dead
Got no car
An unbearable scar

Slow Down, Your drivin' too fast
I wanna live my life
Don't want today to be my last
Slow down, You're drivin' too fast.....


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