The Tire
The tire ran on the roads,
at a speed of the flash it ran,
the tire was rogue,
it was black and SLAM,
it violently crashed in to the car;
breaking glass and metal and parts,
as if it had control on how far,
and it knew where to start.
Where did it come from?
A lorry?
Why was it like a bomb?
I’m sorry?
How did it know where to go?
It had a mind, a brain?
I guess it went with it’s flow?
I guess it had a lot of pain?
I guess really...
Nobody knows!
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