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The Earth Spins Beneath My Car
Michael Reed
Exceeding the speed limit driving east to west,
the Earth is spinning under me.
My car is motionless,
its tires rotating at the perfect speed to allow me to remain in the same spot in space.
Signs, mile markers, trees zip past my unmoving form.
On an uphill grade, I pass a truck; sadly, its driver cannot keep up with the planet's rotational speed.
I am sure that if I stop, I will be thrown into space by centifugal force.
The Low Fuel light blinks on... I will run out of gas soon;
sweat oozes down my back as the panic begins.
Michael Reed has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 25/5/07. Read more of Michael's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Michael's latest works: