Anatomy of Tire

The tread has burned down
to the chords. Finger tips bleed

from skin scraped across

tetanus causing filthy metal. Needles
scratching the skin. Shit. All the belts are busted
as the pot holed streets of this damned city. It’s time

to cough up and them wheels off for sum new rubber.

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