I'M Not Your Spare Tire Poem by sandy nobody

I'M Not Your Spare Tire



I DONT WANT TO SIT
AND WAIT FOR YOU
TO DECIDE WHAT
YOU WANT TO DO

I DONT WANT TO
HAVE TO SNEAK
SEE YOU MAYBE
ONCE A WEEK

I WANT SOMEONE
OF MY OWN
NOT A MARRIED GUY
ON THE PHONE

YOU HAVE A HOUSE
A GOOD LIFE
KIDS, MONEY
AND A WIFE

I'LL NOT GET INVOLVED
PLAY THAT GAME
YOU SHOULD GROW UP
DO THE SAME

BE HAPPY WITH
WHAT YOU GOT
MAKE CHANGES
IF YOU'RE NOT

I'LL NOT BE HUNG
ON YOUR WIRE
NOR WILL I BE
YOUR SPARE TIRE

IF YOU GET A FLAT
CHANGE IT
FIX IT
IF IT STILL GOES FLAT
GET A NEW ONE
DO'NT MIX IT

WHY DO'NT YOU GIVE
THIS ATTENTION TO YOUR WIFE
SHE GAVE YOU ALL THESE
YEARS OF HER LIFE

NOW PLEASE STOP
LEAVE ME ALONE
PLEASE
JUST GO HOME

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