Flat Tire

A Poem by Irv

I have been driving and dragging a flat tire around.
The hapless hole slows me perpetually down.
The rims and regret grind on the highway concrete.
The wheel screams a sparkling echoing deafening defeat.
I realize hours remain tomorrow and today.
Should I change and continue on moving away?
Why should I carry it in my trunk?
The tire is clearly defunct