By Sonam Kaloti, Arts Editor
It is time to rev up your engines, boys,
for now we’re playing a game on the street
with strangers, N licences. They stare in
our windows. So, we wear angry faces
and blast angry music. We joke about
taking them faraway places, if we’re
being followed. ‘Roll down your window,’
gesture, just to yell, “I have a boyfriend!”
Though, that wouldn’t stop any amused strangers
especially ones who find staying on
par with my speeding car a fun 1 am
on a Monday night. One more move and I’ll
crash your car, assholes.
