Classic and Contemporary Poetry
RUBBER TIRES, by WALT MASON Poet's Biography First Line: Some soothing balm the soul requires, when Last Line: "as they leave, on learning bent, they whisper, ""what a sinful gent!" Subject(s): Automobiles - Service Stations; Labor & Laborers; Youth; Gasoline Stations; Filling Stations; Automobile Repair Shops; Work; Workers | ||||||||
SOME soothing balm the soul requires, when one must fuss with rubber tires. I am a highly moral man; I guard my tongue the best I can; and if, perchance, I cuss a streak, remorse lambasts me for a week. A model I would gladly be, to growing youth and infancy, and ere I got a motor car, my fame for virtue traveled far. But often now I may be seen, all bathed in sweat and gasoline, and spotted o'er with rancid grease, dispensing words that break the peace. I jack my car up with my lyre, and try to patch a busted tire, and while I labor in the ditch, I'm laughed at by the idle rich, who whiz along in pomp and state, and jeer the more unlucky skate. And as I toil with wrench and crank, I keep on saying, "Blinky blank," and children toddling on their way give ear to smoky things I say, and as they leave, on learning bent, they whisper, "What a sinful gent!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER WORKING SIXTY HOURS AGAIN FOR WHAT REASON by HICOK. BOB DAY JOB AND NIGHT JOB by ANDREW HUDGINS BIXBY'S LANDING by ROBINSON JEFFERS ON BUILDING WITH STONE by ROBINSON JEFFERS LINES FROM A PLUTOCRATIC POETASTER TO A DITCH-DIGGER by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS IN CALIFORNIA: MORNING, EVENING, LATE JANUARY by DENISE LEVERTOV |
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