Tires - Poem by Kelly Zion
Tires on the side of the road
the tires rolled until they fell
if I collected them forever
I still wouldn't have my truck
my truck gets cheaper every day
as they rip its tires off
my truck still can't get away
'Jump, truck; jump! '
Oh, my stack of tires just get higher
as the snakes make them their home
Oh, I just wanted to live in a tire
but now there's no more room
'Georgia Welcome, ' Oh Baby
will it ever be true?
The Georgia rain
takes our tears
and carries them down the road
the tires fall off
turn into wings
we fly off in our souls
as my truck falls over
into the river
because his heart is broke
Oh, I'll heal you with these broken tires
and I'll be your tire treads
you know you can run me over
I'll be your darling dead
but where are you, my darling Ford?
I'm dying on the broken road
as you sleep on a broken bed
Oh, I wanted to love you
but time is against us
I never had a father
and mother nature is so cruel
she says you should be tortured
rip off your tires, turn them into cases
to carry more broken souls
Oh God is watching and He cares
but are - you- even real?
After all, you're just a painting
with four broken wheels
Oh, I wanted to love you but time is against us
and you know it just gets worse
so why do I cry and pick up these tires
when they'll just take me down?
My truck's in the waterfall and I'm on my way there
to catch it when it falls, my darling cannonball
we all die, you know, I won't let you go
so take my heart home, crush my broken bones
and we'll all be beautiful-
tires on the side of the road.
Because we all die, you know.
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