Original Fiction/Poetry

Is Speed for Real?

By Rob (Ripper) Weeds

He cranks it up
He feels the breeze
A rabbit jumps out
He's down on his knees

He's just amazed
That he's still alive
The pavement was hard
He was doing 95

The doctors worked hard
They put in pins and a plate
They did what they could
But had to amputate

His leg was gone
It seemed like a dream
It happened so quick
Things arent as they seem

The plate in his head
Made him feel funny
He'd be allright
If not for that BUNNY

We told him it would happen
He just laughed at our worry
We just hoped it wasn't him
That we had to bury

His struggles are long
The frustration is there
He looks in the mirror
His head has no hair

It will grow back
The wounds will heal
He only has one leg
Yes, speed is for real

A broken wrist
A caved in skull
He lived on the edge
His life wasn't dull