Tony Avila Sampson


Inspire - Poem by Tony Avila Sampson

Verse 1:
Me, you inspire,
With a slashing desire,
I'll make your car sit less higher,
With a poke to each and every tire;

Chorus:
Inspiration is the thing,
Now your tires is my fling,
I will make them each to sing,
To sing the song of air leaking;

Verse 2:
Play they will by the light of the moon,
With a fading hiss heard till noon,
While playing a swift gushing tune,
Be the flats to see and soon;

Verse 3:
Many flats I'll hear your way,
And upon the ground them rims will lay,
The beat of each tire, that's yours to pay,
With each sharp note that I do play;

Verse 4:
To swing my knife at each tire some,
My steps be swift, made to and from,
At those tires, my knife will strum,
Watch me dance to the air they hum;


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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 3, 2005

Poem Edited: Monday, May 10, 2010


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