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The sweet taste of freedom
In the dust is where I leave them
First place only know how to precede them
How does second and third feel?
Unknown answers remain as I grab the wheel
Suck, squeeze, bang, blow
My engine’s thermodynamics granted eight pistons to glow
From the heat of a controlled explosion
Petro flows, compressed, ignited, and expelled but who knows when
Gears and belts turn
To power shafts as tires burn
Rubber on asphalt below a green light
Propelled forward by torque force sublime delight
