Christopher Taber

Rookie (Virginia)

Anger And My Gas Petal

The devil, the inventor of the petal
The gas mind you, not the brake
Thought himself quite clever
For he had anger in mind when he designed it
Such a small thing, with so much power behind it
Like a word spoken in love
Or a promise broken
The crushing pain of eighty miles an hour
Spearing you at three tons

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