I lost my car tires
To Meltdowning Road
They melted into the pavement
Which was made of more tires
My car was about to sink
When the road erupted from magma
And I bounced over hot rubber
To the rocky wayside.
My machine is bruised, yet unbroken
-the engine still starts, at least-
But wheels without grip
Are nothing but burning grindstones.
I'm walking down the tired side
Of Meltdowning Road
The big band of poison tar that
Encircles my spinning world