Circles

Poem ... Circles

Round and round we go
Giving chase to our foe
Gas to our engine flow
Crowds cheering for our show

From far away they drive
To sit there in the stands
Cooler by their side
Chicken legs in their hands

Liquid from some ancient time
Some ancient fern forest floor
Keeps us going round
Pedal to the the floor

What is our mission
What is our plot
Our chase in circles
Win or win not

And in the end
When chase is done
We accomplish nothing
What have we won

We left behind
Sky a little more gray
And then on Sunday
Let us win we pray

So we continue
Our need to win
Our life in circles
Extinction not a sin

Rabid Poet