are bug juice on my windshield
and road kill on my highway
You insignificant mortals
bow down to my poetic license
and know that I'm King of the Road
and that you are in the way of my title.
So, splat.
Let me clean your goo
off my goggles.
I've got miles to go
and many to step on
and over.
Death Race 2008
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Comments
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Bravo!
Nice job.... This one made me laugh straight through ~ I luve it....
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I u tubed this to see what Death Race 2008 was
It looks like one hell of a race not for the faint hearted. It looks pretty brutal DAMN!
This raised a smile in me. I could just imagine a load of splattered bodies strewn everywhere.
Hey, careful nearly splattered me!
Good luck in the contest sweetie with this
Love ~sweetness~ xxx
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'bug juice on my windshield'
Glass pieces broken or peeled.
Who's goggles you now field?
Many go over, What is your yield. -
wowh. you even have me backing away.
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