I always want to talk to you

A lot more than I ever get to.

Tell me, do you have any spare time?

My time’s gone flat,

And I don’t have a spare.

Maybe just a little air would help me?

Do you think we could share some air?

We won’t bother with a jack

Or take the lug nuts off

On a dare.

But I would love to talk to you.

Do you have any time to spare?

I would like to change

And be the kind of someone

You could see on a regular basis.

My change is flat and very rare.

Do you have any change to spare?

I don’t want much, do I?

Just your heart and soul and fire,

Your spare time, spare change,

Oh, and.. I do truly have a flat tire,

And it’s taken me this entire poem

To ask you, if you have a spare, 

And some time to help me change it?

-jenn