Longboarding Down The Hill
I drive up the tall and steep hill
Push off, not even the speed will rip my might
A curve is near, no, it won't kill my nerve
I see a bump coming in through the right
I shrink down to the ground and drift around
I lose control, too late to get it back
On that same bump, I fall like I got stoned
No matter, I get up, I will not crack
Swift adrenaline rushing through my vein
Only whispering to go way faster
I dance across the longboard, grab its reins
I just hope I don't cause a disaster
The end of this hill is extremely close
Should I have taken pictures? I suppose
Push off, not even the speed will rip my might
A curve is near, no, it won't kill my nerve
I see a bump coming in through the right
I shrink down to the ground and drift around
I lose control, too late to get it back
On that same bump, I fall like I got stoned
No matter, I get up, I will not crack
Swift adrenaline rushing through my vein
Only whispering to go way faster
I dance across the longboard, grab its reins
I just hope I don't cause a disaster
The end of this hill is extremely close
Should I have taken pictures? I suppose
aRtIsT sTaTeMeNt
This poem came out better than I thought it would. The topic I chose for this poem is obviously longboarding