Life Like Nascar Poem by William Mowell

I'm speeding around this life
Circling over and over, what a site
Never stopping for what I need
Pit stops, I'll never wanna leave


200 miles an hour with a blown out tire
spinning into the wall and never seeing the fire
Unlike Nascar, there's no one here to pull me out
So I'll sit here and let the flames engulf throughout


This car I call life, burning out of control
and no chance for a fireman to enroll
Spending my last minutes laying upside down
and the sounds of vultures spinning around