#1 in poetry- 26/7/18
Every day, thousands of people struggle with mental and physical illnesses, fighting battles people refuse to talk about. I'm here to change that. This poetry collection shines a light on mental illness, hopefully saving a few...
Cackling of a radio The sound of worn wheels, against the country voice So many wagons picked by choice But my fiesta, is the Royce Down a country lane Passed the trees and fields of grain Past the bales, it's all the same To the sound of wind against the bodywork
I'll take mine on a special trip Then I'll hit the drag strip The smell of burning rubber Flash of a yellow colour Jolt of speed No sense I'll heed As I head down the quarter mile
Past a groaning corvette Third but we're not finished yet Foot to the floor Give er' some more
Now we lead As the line comes to greet me This, is where I want to be In the front of my fiesta I send you the besta' Luck in beating me For we shall see The lowered, winged beast On other cars, it shall feast For this is where I want to be
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