Verse 1: <br />Me, you inspire, <br />With a slashing desire, <br />I'll make your car sit less higher, <br />With a poke to each and every tire; <br /> <br />Chorus: <br />Inspiration is the thing, <br />Now your tires is my fling, <br />I will make them each to sing, <br />To sing the song of air leaking; <br /> <br />Verse 2: <br />Play they will by the light of the moon, <br />With a fading hiss heard till noon, <br />While playing a swift gushing tune, <br />Be the flats to see and soon; <br /> <br />Verse 3: <br /> Many flats I'll hear your way, <br />And upon the ground them rims will lay, <br />The beat of each tire, that's yours to pay, <br />With each sharp note that I do play; <br /> <br />Verse 4: <br />To swing my knife at each tire some, <br />My steps be swift, made to and from, <br />At those tires, my knife will strum, <br />Watch me dance to the air they hum;<br /><br />Tony Avila Sampson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/inspire-2/
