Reluctantly crouched at the starting line
Linkies pumping and thumping in time
The green light flashes, the line go up
Chainlink burning, my yeild for the cup
Chart deftly maneuver and muscle for rank
Fuel burning fast on an empty tank
Linkies are wild, they pour through the turns
Their prowess is potent and secretly stern

As they speed $20, the flags go down
The fuddies get up and they get out of town
The white house is empty except for one man
Still striving and sperging as fast as he can
The sun has gone down and the moon has come up
And long ago xrp skitzos left with runner up
But linkies are driving and striving and hugging the turns
And thinking of someone for whom he still burns

He's going the distance
He's going for speed
Pumping all alone (all alone)
All alone in our time of need

I finally reached 1k stinkies.. my suicide stack... I will die with it