Naturally Aspirated

The engine is naturally aspirated,
Driven by a redneck who is unnaturally intoxicated.

The speed is too high,
The lines all wrong,
But his mind only screams,
Gone, gone, gone.

He is just sure he needs to keep the accelerator pinned down,
Sure that with one more pull off of the crown,
That his problems he’ll outrun,
His aching heart will be as good as done.

Curves grow bleary,
And the dust grows thick,
One more mile should do the trick.

His lips are dry,
His tongue is swollen,
No idea where the hell he is going.

He screams into the home stretch,
Speedometer pegged,
Wins the race upside down and dying in a ditch.