It Is the Indianapolis 500

It is the Indianapolis 500, I am in the lead of course. My car has the power of more than a buggy and horse. Wait! Did that car just pass me? Racing for me is not a whim! I am irritated and peeved, so I catch up and overtake him. I hurry to not only catch up, but leave him in my dust. His old jalopy is not pretty, and has a back fender of rust. Hey wait! Cars pass on the left, they pass on the right. They pass down the middle, it’s fight team, fight fight. This is a challenge and I am more than ready to win. I streak down the interstate highway with vigor and vim! You can’t catch me! I yell as I pass everything on the road. The cops are chasing me now, maybe winning is going to get old.