Anyways

Anyways Just to feel the rush, Just to know the pain, But not to die, yet, I’m gonna get shot. The horrendous accents, The obnoxious mimes, Screw the freaking snails. I’ll punch this Frenchman’s face. A blur of red, A seamless gear shift, A screaming engine, A Ferrari 458 and I. My friends remember, The good and the bad, Listening, loyalty, and laughs, Me, always, a bro A few seconds left, To beat the porkers. A pass to the point, I catch it and check, The clear shooting lane, Wind up. Winning Goal. The good life, For what’s left, Anyways. ems go here)