Rusted, Busted But Will Not Give Up

The car stalls.
And...
Wheels on it seems corrupted,
By a collection of dust...
No one has thought,
To have ever cleaned...
The build up of muck,
That has it stuck.

Rusted, busted but will not give up,
Are those riding inside...
Demanding from the driver,
To push!
While those riding inside decide,
If it is to their benefit...
To assist the driver,
With either a push or a pull.

OR...
Maybe someone should consider,
Perhaps there is a need for gas.
And...
Who should pay the price.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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