109. My Ñar - 11-12. 03. 06

If I am wrong,
Try not to react.
You know the rules.
Don’t sound your horn!
Don’t flash your lights!
Get speed reduced!

You’re driver, huh?
Or king of the road?
You’re same as me!
I’m running late.
And, sorry mate…
Just let it be.

Brain users, huh?
That’s who we are.
Nobody’s cool.
Don’t smash your car.
Don’t smash MY car!
Follow the rule.

Yours’ polished, bright;
Mine’ scratched, but runs.
There are hazard signs.
Don’t drive too fast!
They’ll picture us
And send by fax.

My album’s full;
I ain’t have no room.
I’ll send ‘em back.
And I assume
I have to get
Attached my check.

I’ve earned that cash
With sweat and blood
And now I’ve lost.
I won’t forget
That winner’s proud
On Charring Cross.

Yes, I’ve been first.
I crossed the line
I am winner now.
And all I got
The pure fine,
Because of a drive.

My prize is weak.
I’ll sell my car.
I’ll sell for free.
Or, sell for good words
For “thank you”.
So let it be.