Category Archives: Indian

Racetrack

Upon the racetrack we call life
Are caged-in people full of strife
Momentum drives the buzzing hive
If all survive a reckless dive

The chase is on for trophy bucks
First place takes some strategic luck
A grand demolish will replenish
The crowd’s wish for a great finish

Cracker Jack

Preparing for tapestry
sowing gone awry
Legends will be borne
by cushions up high

Admonishing holy rollers
to keep a world in check
Who will iron out wrinkles
onboard landing decks

They’ll be so astonished
by the pointed things
Masters of those carriers
floating toward beams

Pressing by smartphones
travels home fastest
Pens take hits in pockets
Garments get blasted

Classmates return with
Hopes of time well spent
Sending dirty dogs
Upstairs with their gent

When history repeats itself
and we get attacked
Know the remote control
is held by Cracker Jack

Black Dog

Hungry, broken, trapped inside
Afraid for their imprisoned hides
Callous trade of broken dreams
They must live without a king

Always held under the gun
No one sees until the burn
Captured by her painful mind
Black Dog has the distant kind

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