Drug

Adrinaline...

I can feel it running through my veins

Taking over my body

My sences run high

My hands grip the steering wheel

I glance coldly ay my comeptiton

He has no idea that I live off my adrinaline

We nod

The flag falls

I press down on the gas

Then I slam the breaks

I won

Strictly off adrinaline

 

 

Racing is my drug whats yours....

Author's Note

Racing is my drug whats yours.....

Reviews

[PENS FOR PEACE /TJ CALI..]

Ha ha........ great write thought I was in that racing car too!
Great poem.... your a brillant writer.
I approached this poem very caustiously because of it's title and what a pleasant surprise it was!
Your description is on the money and many will fill the rush as you put this car in high geer!
Truly A splended poem.
I enjoyed it!
Keep writing from your soul for the good of all souls!
You did a great job with this poem!
Tim Pina
pensforpeace.net

[TLK]

Try spelling adrenaline right, thanks.