Mad Dash!

Thumb on the glass, scrolling the list. "Comfort" is five minutes out, at least. "Black" is a luxury. Pricey. Slow. I need an option that's ready to go. Sort by the fastest, whatever is for hire. Headlights flash. It's a Uno Fire. Suspension is loose, but the engine's hot. I get in the back, it's the only shot. It's a Mad Dash. Beat the clock. It's a Mad Dash. Break the law. I need one last round before the night goes dead. Fuck the yellow, just drive on the red. This is a mad dash. Click the belt. Here's a tenner, make it fast. Driver nods once, doesn't ask, doesn't care. Windows down, fingers gripping on the air. The traffic, the speed, the panic, the noise. Screamed so loud that I lost my voice. Cutting through the grid, scared for my life. No Last Stand when you're running out of time. Car lives up to the name, engine steaming. Even the rubber on the asphalt is screaming. It's a Mad Dash. Beat the clock. It's a Mad Dash. Break the law. I need one last round before the night goes dead. Fuck the yellow, just drive on the red.