Overheating words got stuck in my throat.
Abbreviations already on passenger seat/
In the back poetry carrying love and knowledge in bags of papers/
The word deserves an award nomination for best abnormal loads/
The word accelerating verbal warnings in speed a little bump will kill nations.
Practising stunts and first impressions/
Word is not allowed a free garage service for breath/
The tires look rhythmic/
Drive past drafts and ideas/
They go on and on till infinity/
The petrol filled from childhood/
Even if poetry get stuck/
Its always on the free way of life/