Rev that engine! Rev it Loud!
All displayed speed limits disavowed!
You tear along at a break-neck speed,
Of silly red lights you never take heed.
A maniac that's what you are,
Racing along in a stolen car.
You just don't care or give a damn,
Your only concern is a traffic jam.
How long before you kill someone,
A child perhaps in a hit and run.
And soon enough time will fatefully tell,
As you crash and burn and go to hell!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem