Grasp for the clutch,
(clutching on automatic
chances)
clench my jaw –
am I clutch?
no luck.
I gasp! (gassed)
the gas-tank tanked.
Tired I try,
but floppy tires
blunder
like a drove
of drunken thunderbirds.
“Gear up guy! Get some get-go!”
I exhaust, idle
and...
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