022511a Cup Series Anyone Poem by Manonton Dalan

it's fun to watch cars go in circles
especially with their different colors
numbers emblazoned on their sides
roars that create vacuum as they pass
i can't hear my scream but i can feel
pressure pushing my chest and face

when out of control they fly to walls
to grass, plow undefying mass of dirt
to delights of beer soaked spectators
dripping radiator like wounded pig
smell of rubber and gasoline mix
that seem to dance with yellow flag

how many of those occurring depends
upon how much money is at stake
how dangerous is track or how drivers
feel this very day as angers flare to flame
white flag invites an unbelievable frenzy
to end in celebrations; rubber burn out