She ran out screaming with pleasure <br />The examiner gave her a pass <br />She poured herself a large measure <br />After that day, she drove from her ass. <br />In one step from a moped to a Harley <br />How hard could it be, anyway? <br />Now she lays in a field full of barley <br />And four lanes of that damned motorway. <br />And fifteen people got caught in her wake <br />As her reckless debris filled the space <br />The drive of ambition, un-checked by a brake <br />Never realised, poetry isn’t a race.<br /><br />Reece Kaye<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/engage-brain-deploy-clutch/
