Hear the Three-eighty Rev
©May 8th 2020, Olan L. Smith
Slice him thin, fillet his flesh, Dave,
His heart is low
Within this cocoon you rave.
"Let his blood flow!
Onto the floorboard, deep enough
To wet his sock-tops,
Who cares the speed-limit's rough
Where there's no cops!
Trounce the petal to the floor
Hear the three-eighty rev
He's come for the final race
So put him on the line, Trev.
Drop the flag, let the rubber burn,
It's his turn to race, to ply, to die, to cry―
Girl stand aside for the old man
Babe, he's back on the track for another try.
Alas, we all dream dreams, but none real―
That's the deal, Mack―
You stand your ground till you deal,
You can't feel what never was, Jack."
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Beat Poems, by Olan L. Smith
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