You are the one that I'll pay back, <br />Be forewarned, I'll soon attack! <br />Be your car tires that I come to hack, <br />I'll make air flow with every whack; <br />May even give one just a snick, <br />I can cause you trouble with my sharp ice-pick, <br />Or, the tire, my knife may bump, <br />To make your car, 'slowly' to slump, <br />But at each tire that I do snap, <br />Will be its air, you'll notice I zap; <br />For every tire that I will bang, <br /> I'll get to hear it hiss or whang, <br />Yes, each tire that I will slash, <br />Will be done swiftly and in a flash, <br />Cause your tires are so tinkable, <br />Be with ease, you'll learn their shrinkable, <br />I'll give you a taste of alittle tough luck, <br />As there you sit with four flats and stuck, <br />Oh, the tires will take a sharp slacken, <br />When, at your tires I'm busy hackin’, <br />While I'm doing so, I'll get a thrill, <br />Knowing, with air, your tires won't fill, <br />The tires will 'get the point' of their whacher, <br />When swung by me, the mean ol’ tire hacker;<br /><br />Tony Avila Sampson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-mean-ol-tire-hacker/
