I'm a poet =]
i got bored tonight and started writing a poem
sebba said i should post it lol..
Twas the night before shootout
I was driving down the street
By the econolodge
Sitting back in my seat.
I was enjoying the peace
Of the sound of my car
When all of a sudden
I heard something from afar.
I looked in my mirror
To see what was the matter
And I saw a red Honda
Making an annoying clatter.
He pulled up to me
About to take flight
With his aluminum bench wing
And alteeza tail lights.
The 1.6 liter engine
Sounded like bee’s in a can
And his Grey primered Blitz kit
Came straight out of Japan.
He gunned it off the line
And I heard v-tec kick in
But when my turbo spooled
I gave him a grin.
I looked in his eyes
They were full of fright
And I shifted to 3rd
As I waved him good night.
I felt my head snap
Back into my seat
As my engine pulled me
Right down the street.
When I looked in my mirror
I could see his head lights
Getting smaller and smaller
As they trailed into the night.
I then asked myself
Why I wasted the gas
But it didn’t matter to me
Cause I kicked that ricers ***.
I got back to the lodge
And cracked open a beer
And thought to myself
“Its gonna be a good year”
-Estraw
sebba said i should post it lol..
Twas the night before shootout
I was driving down the street
By the econolodge
Sitting back in my seat.
I was enjoying the peace
Of the sound of my car
When all of a sudden
I heard something from afar.
I looked in my mirror
To see what was the matter
And I saw a red Honda
Making an annoying clatter.
He pulled up to me
About to take flight
With his aluminum bench wing
And alteeza tail lights.
The 1.6 liter engine
Sounded like bee’s in a can
And his Grey primered Blitz kit
Came straight out of Japan.
He gunned it off the line
And I heard v-tec kick in
But when my turbo spooled
I gave him a grin.
I looked in his eyes
They were full of fright
And I shifted to 3rd
As I waved him good night.
I felt my head snap
Back into my seat
As my engine pulled me
Right down the street.
When I looked in my mirror
I could see his head lights
Getting smaller and smaller
As they trailed into the night.
I then asked myself
Why I wasted the gas
But it didn’t matter to me
Cause I kicked that ricers ***.
I got back to the lodge
And cracked open a beer
And thought to myself
“Its gonna be a good year”
-Estraw



