O, NASCAR driver, you're my idol
becuz none o' y'all don't give a heck
for pukin' up your organs vital
and stumblin' from a burnin' wreck.
iS IT BECAUSE HE IS BRAVE IN THE FACE OF DEATH OR HE DOESN'T KNOW ANY BETTER kIND REGARD AJS
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Heh. I love the vernacular of this piece. And the hint of irony/satire, I'm getting? And I think it's interesting, the question posed in the comment below mine. (Just thought I'd say.) Okay, so I have to admit, I'm insane in love with this.