Suicide clutch – the engine revs,
Welcoming lights streamed overhead
Old foot-operation, rocky gear shift
One hand off, yet no dread.
Fanfares scream, “God Save the King”
Supercross with end in upset and infamy
Crowd created rhythm as tour-guide,
I shift my rocker, bent on inevitable victory.
Nausea knocks, holeshot rounds,
Iron horse chariots light as a feather
Speed off as knuckles turn white
In dead heat, the dark horse is drawn
Brake late, win big
All-encompassing throttle therapy
Sirens wail, crimson as blood
Sapphire as stakes, cruel dirt mud.
Hail the frail, smoke unbridled,
Full pit-stop, history entitled
Iron fist pounds, newbie soars
Suicide clutch – the engine roars
And now, as the audience has been downed
Monotone waved, jeers sound
Sovereign is the ultimate loser,
For only one winner is crowned.
