Racing Rival

• Alan Jerald Alexis , Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2014

The lights go out, getting knocked out its like massive adrenaline rush.
Yeah my nickname is speed it’s something you really need. It’s like a portal, I’m immortal, there’s nothing to lose but something to gain. It’s a race, just call me ace and embrace, you’re a disgrace. As I’m flying through this race like a rocket at an air base in deep space. As we go around the corner
You look like a foreigner and smell like a coroner. You lean no longer, this is a thriller horror and you’re getting quartered. Ps you’re a dead transformer with no body armour. As I get the checked flag, hey boy you must be mad. You’re still hyperventilating through that broken paper bag.