Race Oddity

Race Oddity

(Poem by the Dog of the Blue Orange Lion)

Race control to Nelson P.,
Race control to Nelson P.,
Have your protein drink and put your helmet on.

Race control to Nelson P.,
Commencing countdown, engine's on
Check hydraulics and may Flav's love be with you.

Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven, Six, Five,
Four, Three, Two, One, Start

This is race control to Nelson P.,
You've really made the grade
And the bloggers want to know whose shoes you wear
Now lit up the afterburner if you dare.

"This is Nelson P. to race control,
I'm cutting these chicanes
And I'm driving in a most peculiar way
And the track looks very different today.

For here
Am I sitting in my cockpit
In my own world,
Marshal's flag is blue
And there's nothing I can do.

Though I'm past two hundred or so miles,
I'm feeling very still,
And I think my steering knows which way to turn.
Tell my dad I love him very much he knows."

Race control to Nelson P.
Your steering's dead, there's something wrong.
Can you hear me, Nelson P.?
Can you hear me, Nelson P.?
Can you hear me, Nelson P.?
Can you...

"Here
Am I flying in my cockpit
Far above the track,
Marshal's face is blue
And there's nothing I can do."