Christmas Shopping

I am the fastest man on Regent st.

The record was set as I swerved in and out of a stagnant crowd who stood like statues, unaware of the blistering speed and ease by which I was passed through them.

I was the shark who'd sniffed it's prey, they were obsessed with their own delay.

The two days training had really paid off. My senses had dulled the despicable sense of lure from each shop window and on race night I was able to soar where others fell poor.

I was the fastest man on Regent st
Now my steps I must retrace
For every thing I left behind
In my record breaking haste.