Air Out of Each Tire
Air Out of Each Tire
Trump has become a big liar
And let air out of my each tire;
Of corpse we realized
Body was disorganized;
Big mess became and an entire.
Jim Horn
Was filing my bike tires with air when
I thought of this.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
