Yesterdays Tires, Today a Death Notice

Yesterday Tires, Today a Death Notice                  

It’s so unfair,

I paid $603.10 for those four tires.

They are 2 days old.

Today my Internist tells me

“Sorry Jerry, you’re into your last months.”

What kind of amortization is that?

60,000 miles guaranteed on these four beauties.

Christ, I could have held off those tires.

600 bucks, damn!

It’s not the money, it’s the timing.

Nah, that’s pure bullshit?

Of course it is the fucking money.

You think I’m crazy, right?

I’m about to be dead

And I’m upset about $600?

I’ll get what, 2,000 miles?

You figger, you’re gonna die. Okay.

But new tires? The car will sell for bubkis,

With like new $600 tires.

God has this strange sense of humor.