Street+Racing+by+Kashif


 * = Street Racing || [[image:ca-rhapsodicwritingsch1:500px-Speaker_Icon_svg.png caption="Click to hear a reading." link="http://broadcast1.caryacademy.org/faculty/Briarly_White/poetry/chapter5/kashifo5streetracing.mp3"]] ||
 * = I positively adore street racing

I install 200psi of NOS, Detail the engine, Give the car another coat of gloss, And smooth the tail fin.

I test the speakers, Vacuum the seats, Clean the engine heaters, Listen to some trendy beats.

I open the garage, Remove the roof, Leave my entourage, And I am gone in a poof.

I drive to vivid racing scene, Alive with pop music, Everyone is barely eighteen, All the girls are anerecsic.

Engines roar, Suspension raises, It’s sports car galore, Noob's cars go up in blazes. We start to roll, In search of the spot, We spot Dodge Chargers on patrol, We pull into empty lot.

Everyone moves slower, Speakers howl, Cars lower, Engines growl.

The line gets painted, Four cars pull, We see a garbage pile tainted, Non-racers cradled by Boston wool.

Exhaust notes full of bass, I drop the clutch, And hit the gas.

Tires spin, Tailpipes shoot fire, I hope to win, Girls lose their sweatshirt attire.

I almost am done, I am going to win, This was insanely fun.

Suddenly my nitrous tank explodes, I am saved by the firewall, I pull off onto one of the side roads This leaves me positively enthralled.

I positively hate street racing. || ||