Need for Speed™ Heat:- Mad Hatter Zim

In Palm City's neon glow, I sit,
A tiny hatter, quite unfit
For sensible tea (what boring slop!),
My engine purrs, the Heat won't stop!
This filthy Earth, a pavement maze,
For Zim's triumph in a rubber haze!


The sun is out, a foolish glare,
For trinkets won, without a care.
But when the moon, a grinning plate,
Declares 'Un-racing, it's too late!'
That's when the Heat, a boiling cup,
Invites the cops to join the group!


My vehicle screams, a blur of might,
Through neon tunnels, dark and bright.
No rules for Zim! No silly signs!
Just twisted metal, broken lines!
This concrete tea party, fast and grand,
The maddest driver in the land!


The idiotic coppers chase,
A foolish grin upon my face.
"More tea, you pigs? Or perhaps some pain?"
I laugh as their attempts are vain.
Rhino crashes, choppers fall,
Zim escapes and conquers all!


The Rep meter climbs, a glorious rise,
Reflected in my Irken eyes.
For every wreck, for every win,
The madness deeper sinks within.
This is my conquest, wild and free,
The ultimate un-birthday spree!


So tremble, Earth! The Heat is mine!
A faster doom, a grand design!
The Hatter Zim, beyond compare,
Has taken every traffic fare!
Now off I go, for cake and strife,
To conquer more of this strange life!