Throttle down, full, one hundred,
Switching, in lanes, one - handed,
A list full, loaded with what I hate,
But, just a single word for my fate!
Pounding heart syncs engine screams,
Realities flashing blinding my dreams,
Out of gas! Let's end this conversation,
Bye! Am out looking for a gas station!
"The Refill"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha
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