The devil, the inventor of the petal <br />The gas mind you, not the brake <br />Thought himself quite clever <br />For he had anger in mind when he designed it <br />Such a small thing, with so much power behind it <br />Like a word spoken in love <br />Or a promise broken <br />The crushing pain of eighty miles an hour <br />Spearing you at three tons <br />So hard your left broken and bleeding <br />Like the speeding bullet that missed the man <br />And shattered in to a million miles <br />Of road, yes the devils domain <br />That cover, criss cross, and zig zag the earth <br />The battle of evil and good <br />The devil and god <br />The duel of the petals <br />The infamous brake <br />And the ever popular gas <br />One to kill and still the hearts <br />Speeding along the fate that awaits us all <br />And the other to stall and to stop <br />The fate that awaits us all<br /><br />Christopher Taber<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/anger-and-my-gas-petal/
