Voices on the Wind Obscure Voices
Speed Racer by James F. Gaines With your demented monkey by your side, A bawling baby brother de-evolved, You chase your elder sibling round the world, One globe-sized racecourse ever curved in space. The crowds are always there to cheer your wins, Photographers to snap you as you pose Mid-stride beside your conquering machine. In contrast to your pit manís grimaces, More suited to a pizza restaurant, Your own expressionís always quizzical, Just waiting for a glance from Racer X, Whoíll pass on some ancestral bit of lore To help you cross the finish line once more.