Racecar Poem by Ramona Thompson

Money
Fame
Power

He
Could't
Resist

All
Their
Pleasure

Burying
Him
Alive

A
Victim
To

Adrenaline's
Fatal
Charm

In
His
Blood

Burning
And
Hot

Handed
Down
Birthright

No
Saying
No

So
Much
Pressure

Pressure
To
Succeed

To
Be
Better

Then
Those
Before

Lost
So
Soon

All
Too
Soon

All
His
Hopes

All
His
Dreams

Crash
And
Burn

Up
In
Smoke

Was
His
Destiny

No
Escape
Allowed

From
Fate's
Plans

His
Racecar
Became

His
Graveyard
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