Category Archives: Poetry

When the flames aren't theoretical
The fire doth heat
When the design's more than mathematical
Hold onto your seat

When the action is on
Your tires rubber to road
When the long con
Enters resolution mode

Everyone complains
When the aggression is passive
The the reality of pains
From active is massive

So give me that shoulder
Be it cold or soft
For I'd rather smolder
Than flame out aloft