This is Pidgeot's Poetrydex entry. Comment and enjoy!
Mach 2[]
You know it's
Something else,
Risking life and limb,
Risking all of yourself.
But I just have this
Pathological need,
To go that bit faster,
To get that bit of speed.
To see the world go
Blurring right past,
Faster than planes,
Now that's fucking fast.
And so what if I,
Just might die?
Rather be dead,
Than unwilling to try.
And they Mach 2,
I supposedly my limit,
And I won't be happy,
So long as I'm within it.