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Drag racing

Poetry By: RJohnson
Humor


Tags: Humor


THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM.


Submitted:Nov 20, 2007    Reads: 137    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


The car I bought wasn't as fast as the previous owner said.

I'm going to kick his ass and give him some serious wounds to his head.

I raced the car last night and I bet the pink slip.

The other guy blew me off the road, what a jip.

When he demanded my keys, he and I had some words.

I told him to go to hell and then I gave him the bird.

He has big muscles as well as a car that's fast.

When I gave him the finger, he kicked my ass.

I put bruises on his hands when he put bruises on my face.

That's the last time that I'll drag race.





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