Ramona Thompson


Racecar - Poem by Ramona Thompson

Money
Fame
Power

He
Could't
Re sist

All
Their
Pleasure

Burying
Him
Alive

A
Victim
To

Adrenaline's
Fatal
Charm

In
His
Blood

Burning
And
Hot

Handed
Down
Birthright
No
Saying
No

So
Much
Pressure

Pressure
To
Succeed

To
Be
Better
Then
Those
Before

Lost
So
So on

All
Too
Soon

All
His
Hopes

All
His
Dreams
< br>Crash
And
Burn

Up
In
Smoke

W as
His
Destiny

No
Escape
Allow ed

From
Fate's
Plans

His
R acecar
Became

His
Graveyard
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 22, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, January 22, 2011