The need for speed
A racer's creed
What truly do they see
While commiting daring deed?
The itch that seethes
That fuels the need
To pursue sharp greed
Beaded sweat waters the seed.
No warning they heed,
Carelessness a weed,
On danger they feed
Life's blood out does bleed.
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