One Lap Too Many

by Frank Hubeny

Bill reached too far. He was the one
Who spoke our compromising spell.
We warned him to beware of hell,
But Billy laughed. He’d just begun.
He had more wicked laps to run.
It happened at that twisted bend.
We’ll leave to medics who’ll pretend
They knew the cause of Billy’s death.
In dreams we smell his fetid breath.
We hear him scream, “Please, make this end!”

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