What Part of Stuck Aren’t You?

If the wheel rolls
And rolls and rolls,
The gum wad jammed
In the tread moans,

Is this it? Is
This all there is?
Should I do this?
Could I do more?

It’s the tire’s fault,
Or the car’s fault,
Who chose to drive
Or buy the car.

If the wheel’s still,
The wad stays pressed
To tar or stares
Out at the world.