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Racetrack. Hot, black asphalt. Snaking around the course. Racers gather ‘round, bumper-to-bumper. Each wishes to dominate over their competitors. We rev our engines, our cars roaring with intimidation. We wait without patience, As the starting lights sang, That familiar tune. Ding. Ding. Ding. DING! Lap one. The race begins. Start slow. No need to rush just yet. Let the losers […]
Racetrack.
Hot, black asphalt.
Snaking around the course.
Racers gather ‘round, bumper-to-bumper.
Each wishes to dominate over their competitors.
We rev our engines, our cars roaring with intimidation.
We wait without patience,
As the starting lights sang,
That familiar tune.
Ding. Ding. Ding. DING!
Lap one.
The race begins.
Start slow.
No need to rush just yet.
Let the losers fight for first.
Then push for it when they’re tired.
A sudden left.
Tricky corner.
Wrap my car around it with ease
Such mastery and grace.
Zip ahead the slow racers.
Who never master that turn.
8th, 7th, 6th, 5th,4th they’re too slow.
3rd, 2nd, and 1st,
Take their place.
And now I, The Champion
Won first.
End lap one.
Lap Two.
The losers want my top position
I peep into my rearview
Rookie idiot crashed
Trying to take my place
I laughed, you thought you could win.
Low class.
Another loser comes close.
I’ll be nice.
Have first place.
You look so happy.
Hope you win.
Go for it, you can do it!
Actually.
Changed my mind,
I zipped past that loser
With a smirk
Finish line draw nears,
And I remind in first place.
End Lap two.
Final Lap.
Victory draws near.
Defend my rightful first place.
Against men desperate to win
This crazy race.
No more playing hit the gas.
If you’re not first you’re last.
Some loser comes near.
Too near.
Adrenaline rush.
It’s so much.
How you got so close?
No worries.
I turn my head back to taunt
“You’ll never win!”
I laughed.
When I win, I’m gonna flaunt
Or not. Shit, that’s a wall, isn’t it?
CRASH
And then I lost the race.
That “loser” became the best.
There goes being at the top.
In victory, know when to stop.
AFTERWORD:
In the original draft of this poem, this was going to speak about overthinking and a racing mind (thus the racing symbolism) but that shit was falling apart so I decided to go a simple route and talk about how being overconfident and cocky can lead to one’s downfall.
Plus, I was blasting some F-Zero music so there’s that.
I write about why you should have a greater appreciation for wacky Japanese cartoons and the otaku culture revolving around it.
I also co-host a Black Nerd Empowerment podcast with my friend The TV Guru over at http://swarthynerd.libsyn.com/ and create off-color memes about crap tier anime over at https://www.facebook.com/yukithesnowman/
Yuki The Snowman 
This is really cool. I like the concept and how each lap has it’s own stanza. The lines a short and choppy, which comes across as “racey”. Short bursts of enegry
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Hey thanks for reading! I actually didn’t mean to write it like it was a race honestly lol
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