Poetry: Put Your Pedal To The Metal and Drive Said Pete

Put your pedal to the metal and drive said Pete Put your pedal to the metal and drive Look at the back of your head said Pete, oh wait you can’t only through a mirror or a photo which means your reality is incomplete merely a subjective experience Put your pedal to the metal and drive said Pete Pull your petal to your middle and thrive Believe in imaginary conceits said Pete, subscribe to binary concepts Be a part of a collective consciousness, that’s how we all get by Like my faith in God and my love for my Other? No. That shit’ll get you killed said Pete, just refer to any literature in fact no don’t Put your pedal to the metal and drive said Pete Put your pen to the margin and derive Work for an arbitrary number of days said Pete, work for an angry number of years Arbitrary numbers will appear on your screen, then vanish like cyphers in to the code That’s how we measure your worth said Pete That’s the only God you need know Picture yourself in the future said Pete once you’ve unlocked the door to your potential Swimming in a vast ocean somehow opened up from nowhere drowning under heavy drifts of snow Put your pedal to the metal and drive said Pete Push your peril to the many outside Do with your body what you will said Pete, just don’t call it what it is when we say what it isn’t Stuff your head in to a photograph and stare at the back of it Come here often? tell your mom i said hi Put your pedal to the metal and drive said Pete Put a bullet in your temple and die

Rick White is a writer of many odd things from Manchester UK. Rick has previously had work published in Storgy, Soft Cartel and Vice Magazine among others. Rick is 34 years old and lives with his wife Sarah and their small furry overlord, a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel named Harry. His Twitter handle is @ricketywhite