Burning Rubber Poems - Poems about Burning Rubber

...Faster than two ducks slick on the street or what Wet on the Street or what wet tires on a motor Mothers on a motor the street or what up the come up in up nothing hoe in all done up hoe s......

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...Grams Perky Self-lighting- Burning rubber Speeds in her bright red Scooter succumbs to the Senior Center for front row Seat for Bingo playful challenge Praying not to fall asleep mid-way Sno......

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...Two slugs raced around the flower leaving skid marks.......

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...High-spirited sports car enthusiasts, burning rubber and speeding in the wind. Motorcycle lovers, making high-sounding noises. Birds singing by day; crickets by night. Fight off the mosquitoes, wa......

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...a bar door is ajar, only fading voices echo into the void, from nowhere...and afar! Here n there, trash drifts ghosts in flickering neon. Broken, floating, bloated dead down eons halls a ......

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...Anxiety went into overdrive regarding... "check engine light" being on I desperately clutched (the Peanuts stuffed animal) Woodstock to help me absorb shock. What invisible agent provocateu......

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...Electric cars are coming Driverless ones too I wonder if you feel as disappointed as I do If you remember the thrill of the road with the top down on your car Wind whipping your hair wi......

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...I need a vcr then you will understand why they called me a fa got got it not it or told me to shut the fck up suck it up Before that it was ''He 'she 'It'' they called me 'purple hair' ......

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...Her body fell sideways - Stayed there She gurgled as if she were Reciting a love poem Through a storm drain She never complained Nor did she forgive She plowed her mind Ahead of her wheel......

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... The first person shooter did video confess: It was just a little bang bang, no big deal ... wasn’t nothing major at all Minor beef got some onions grilled, cheap talk had turned ......

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...They call me Corvette Granny as I cruise around in my red Sting Ray, vintage 1965 convertible and what a looker, the top down with my hair flying in the wind, totally not looking my age and undis......

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...Every couple 'a years or so Our family reunites It takes a couple 'a years or so To recover from the fights A family like our'n Doesn't party like most do Ours gets a little out of hand Tha......

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...They call me Corvette Granny, as I cruise around in my red Sting Ray, vintage 1965 convertible and what a looker, the rag top down with my hair flying in the wind, totally not looking my age and ......

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... Politech chef in the kitchen cooking up another Microsoft microdot meth batch of morphology Walter White’s in the house brewing more truth breaking bad tweet juice chemical toxicity......

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...It roared in the skies, as friends and foes ran for their dear lives. The skies were red and ember, like a hot coal. Everything miles away in the air, seemed to burn and fall like poorly fixed Chr......

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