HIGH OCTANE

I thrive on a high-octane life.
Always on the go, always on the run.
I ride on two of my four wheels,
Spinning, burning rubber
On the way to the next sto.p in my life.

I pause long enough to put five dollars of gas in my tank before speeding off again.
I don’t need a full tank.
The fumes are more than enough to live on.

And by some miracle of God,
I never run out of gas
Despite the fact I always sit on empty.

(4-13-2003)
(rev. 11-19-2008)