1971
Poetry
by Michael F. Nyiri
Highway 99
Rush you, young devils Make sport of your speed You travel so fast you get nowhere Come on you quick demons Speed on down the hill You race all the time risk your life THIS IS A WARNING DISGUISED AS A POEM YOU ARRIVE AT YOUR DEATH 'FORE YOU LIVE I TELL YOU I'VE TRIED IT THERE'S NO RACE THAT''S WON YOU TAKE ALL THE TIME NONE YOU GIVE Rush you, young devils Press down on the gas The cemetary's down the road Come on you young demons Roll on press your fate Your end is in sight round the curve.
copyright 2001 by Michael F. Nyiri
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