Soo: Duzn't dis poem speak fer a lod'da Fortune 500 executives?
Ellesha: People trying so hard to reach the top that they forget how the bottom supports them.
Jules: Don't worry – time is a wonderful leveler. In the bowels of this earth, we will all sleep together.
Philyra: I'm not talking about the democracy of the grave, but rather of what happens to the living. If you look at history closely, generally the poor 'n weak pay for the follies of the rich 'n famous.
Ellesha: In this world it seems that way. However, we don't see the entire picture.
Andrei: Such other-worldly prattle is spineless!

Speed Demons - an art work by T Newfields
Speed Demons


Don't mention the word stop:
to those who relish speed.

"Slow down" & "yield"
argh wimpy:
& danger 'z an aphrodisiac
road devils embrace fervently.

With transmissions stuck in top gear
& hard pistons fully primed
they speed like racers
pushing limits as they drive.

Bearin' the scars ah many killisions
& honkin' at vehicles passin' by
they're disasters sure ta happen
& trash heaps in no time.

With hot gas belchin'
frum their tail pipes
& batteries tabasco fried
why do they speed so frantically
able ta rest
only whin they die?

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