WORDS OF THE LIVING
(GO-KARTING)
Grabbing the steering wheel
Inside my crushed cabin
Reluctantly, I get in
Helmet head-guarding my bashful brain
As it begins to rain
Water hugs the visor
None the wiser
As how to control the beast I bear
I throw caution to the air
Gingerly i start to move
Starting slowly, getting into the groove
Of how to steer
A single gear
Slowly excitement replaces fear
I throw the go-kart
Into a tight, twisting turn
Quick off the mark, an early head-start
A chequered flag, i shall earn
More, and more power, I push
Taking curling corners, quick but cautious
A friend gets out of his, feeling nauseous
Faster and faster goes the flying fleet
As wheels rush up to meet
Two cars knock
The marshal checks the clock
Waves the flag furiously
And we rush to race
I give chase
To the lightened line
As the stars align
For fourth place
I've lost the race
As, for two karts, there was no space
A cold collision
A rash decision
I spun out
At him, I did shout
At the track on my travels
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