Flat Tire Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Flat tire

First meant to call it towed
Change mind when am allowed.

Sure was not my first time
I drove for long time
Incidents, accidents and repairs
War and peace with garage.

Must also include the tires
This I saw once again and today.

And I learned, and I learned
Of the honks and chauffeur
Of the rules and friends
'No fried when needed.'

Hay Nassy keep your calm
Close mouth, no complain.
These friends are flies
Around shit and miel.