It is a crumpled and frustrating flat tire That is slumped there going nowhere Ambushes a desperate journey so dire Hinders progress to a goal so glorious Mightily striving to stifle the coveted bliss
Slowly I will sneak back incognito
Back to my rightful and glorious den
Like a chameleon slowly unseen
Today one leg tomorrow the other
Now so white then as black as the night
Sure to be back on my feet on the street