Not a Speedway

not a speedway And yet they are racing at a hundred miles or more Down Interstate 635 in Kansas City I hear them way before I realize what they are Two race cars. One orange and green The other purple and black, low and fast. They are racing on both sides of me. Sounding like whirring humming bees. They tear past I figure they will kill someone without dog ears Tail lights in three lanes light up I slow down, expecting to see body parts.