Illegal Race!

The engine purred it was highly tuned

pristine so shiny the red beast

along side a green car with tinted glass

both poised on the open road

a girl stood holding red handkerchief

jumping with such excitement

hundreds there shouting making a din

ready for the illegal race to begin!

 

As her arm dropped with a sharp thrust

engines roared wheels spinning

smell of burnt rubber soon out of sight

speeds now exceeded a ton

down the public highway eyes fixated

the law these speeders hated!

 

Their paths blocked as they approached

passing pedestrians scattered

too often other motorists compromised

by adrenaline pumping youth

risking their lives and others for the thrill

lacking common sense and skill!

 

After night falls on any long straight roads

teenage racers will gather

to break the law to show off and display

their customized chariots

for them no rules just drive like bloody hell

boasting videos and stories to tell!

 

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#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

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Excitement!

No doubt about it the cars were fantastic

sitting on different seats

though could never afford to buy them

but enjoyed the dream

often going into car dealers for a look

always with excitement shook.

 

On this one occasion actually spotted

an older car on display

gleaming in original pristine condition

the assistants were busy

which enabled him to saunter unseen

to savour he was keen.

 

Large and expensive thick leather seats

had a feeling of wealth

getting in imagining himself driving it

closing the door snugly

settled into his world of make-believe

he started to perceive!

 

Gradually realised he was not on his own

there was a person next him

reluctantly had to turn his head curious

never heard anybody get in

a very attractive young woman sat there

of him did no seem aware!

 

She was facing him terror etched on her face

yet he could hear no sound

her eyes wide and shouting backing away

who was she seeing in his seat

just two hands appeared around her throat

hard keeping his sanity afloat!

 

Panicking himself tried pulling the door handle

it was locked he was trapped

she looked real now thrashing about by him

he did not know what to do

then she was gone he smelt a sweet perfume

helplessly it felt like a tomb!

 

The radio came on blaring out an old song

desperate banged on the glass

shouting as loud as he could a girl ran over

calling to her mum to come

he was certainly embarrassed when she did

opening the door he felt stupid!

 

Got out thanking her and headed for the exit

had to look once more at the car

it did not happen he mumbled as a suited man

was rapidly coming in his direction

all the excitement had gone from his visit here

it had scared him that was clear!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

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