The rush is a knock-out
Like a one-two-Boom!
Birthed of the VROOM!
Child of the ZOOM!
of the two-wheeled rebels
who send flying my freshly laid chip n' tar
with their mindless engines in fifth

Burning,
Breaking,
Shattering,
what they so carelessly
approach,
passover,
abandon.

It is my road,
They just use it for their thrills.