Gruesome Speed Poem by Jayatissa K. Liyanage

GRUESOME SPEED

Immaterial of apparel,
Having had no dazzle,
Whether or not in frazzle,
Or on razzle
You, on wheel,
Chase no more than thrill.

Life is like a rill
Meandering on gravel
Mixed with beryl;
May be a riddle,
Embellished with frill

Running with devil
Truly, peril;
Excruciating drill
Causes trill
Being a brill
Know what, grill
Even behind grille!

Being brittle,
Atop anvil,
Would your shrill
Help save a bristle?

What use of cavil,
When your yell
Doesn't worth a rattle!
No cause to growl!

Speed, surely, will
End in hell,
And, that's evil's will.