Cobra of the Road

People stare and ask why
Why be so obsessed with
A nonliving object?
To me it is a new kind of obsession

It is my obsession of
Passion, speed, and pleasure
For it is a thing to some, but a lover to me

It is a snake of the road
It strikes at its rivals
Spitting fire, like poison from the fangs of demonised snakes
It spits at those who dare to question it
Cobra of the Road