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Jun 2012
What can possibly go wrong,
What harm can it do,
Only five miles an hour faster,
Why not ten more.
It' starting to cloud over,
The once happy sun turns its back on me.

Now the sign flashes 60 mph,
Time to push the boundaries.
It did no harm before,
I'm a good driver.
Foot down,
Eyes open wide,
Rubber's burning fine,
I'm hoping not to collide,
And hurt anything of mine.
I'm a good driver.

The signs order me to slow down,
Me, who is only going 80,
In a 50 zone.
The clouds turn angry,
Stabbing the sky,
Booming it's voice.

It starts raining,
Sirens start wailing,
Rubber starts screeching,
Don't stop accelerating.
The flashing blue lights stalk me,
Like a lion hunting it's feast. haunts me
The piercing cry of judgement haunts me,
But no one can catch this beast.

Open up to 100,
The engine's roaring loudly,
The clouds look upon me in hatred,
Turning the roads against me,
But I'm a good driver.
The police shout in anger,
Telling me I'm in danger,
But I'm a good driver.

I know what I'm doing,
I've got a clean record,
Never any fatalities.
The adrenaline pumps my heart faster,
But the sign's telling me to go 30.
I'll compromise, 60 it is,
They still can't catch me.
A turn up ahead,
The police are getting closer,
I have to go faster.

Peddle to the floor,
I'm a good driver,
65 mph,
Turn up ahead.

Into fifth,
Engine roars loud,
Pull away fast,
Engine roars proud.

Foot off the brake,
It won't save me now,
I'm still a good driver,
So I take a final bow.

Vision fades to black,
Ears start to ring,
I feel so cold,
I slip away.

The sign says ICU,
Do you see?
Harley
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