No Way Jose

a racing metaphor

 

No way Jose

sitting at the stop light racing my engine real loud

looking in my rear view mirror waiting for the next sucker

pipes bellowing a cracking sound drawing attention

everyone was staring I had attracted a rather large crowd

this dude pulls up next to me a kiss I throw as my lips I pucker

there was no doubt a good a*s kicking was my intention

he raced the engine of his helpless piece of crap

thinking he would impress me with his guile

he had no idea who he was messing with poor b*****d

the light turned green and the fire belched a thunder clap

screaming off the line leaving burnt rubber in a pile

this look of horror on the goofballs face my reflexes so mastered

as he faded to the background becoming a mere dot

I was keenly engrossed my mind so focused eyes transfixed

there was not a chance in hell no none not this day

I chuckled to myself as I cruised to the next challenging spot

there was not going to be any caring today no emotions mixed

looking in my mirror once again no not today no way Jose

Gomer LePoet....

Reviews

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This was interesting, felt as though I was in the passenger seat
I agree this was a fun and exciting poem in a sense.

[Tina Kline]

A very fun and exciting read, love a challenge and this poem was full of adventure and challenge. Love it!