Meh speed is fun, no not the drug. Wish that came earlier. ****** up my race on a ******* attack. Finished off the back. The ******* scrub, placed or some ****. I didn’t listen. We agreed before to be at each other necks. We like it that way. I should have made him feel like ****. All he does is sit. People ******* hate his guts. He is fourteen. Solely responsible for ******* up his future. I try to help.
I might try to back him up, or burry him. I’m not sure yet. His dad is nice, his mom is full of ****. I do extra to shut her up. His dad cheered for me at the race. No **** I’m trying.
I thought his sister had a crush on me. She’s like thirteen. I kinda, almost, at one stage liked her. We are tied together. They are a tight family and he is stuck to my wheel. He *****. Tremendous respect for that ***** though. I know how it hurts. A ******* monster attacking your soul. Burnt legs, crispy spirits. The monster tells me I’m going the right way. Can’t stop.
This was a poem really celebrating my rivalry with this kid on bikes. We race in complete opposite ways, came from the same program he stayed I left, anyway hope you enjoy.