Speeding
Won’t kill you,
It’s when you have to stop dead
That will,
Your only need is one tree,
And a brain that will agree.
Oh and one more thing
During your speeding fling,
Watch out for people, who forget to glance,
For while you’re alive
They have no chance.
I don't think it's tthe speeding or the stop, I'm pretty sure you die the moment you tons of iron slams in your face.
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I would like to translate this poem
Poignant! And more than a little grotesque. Well Done!