Spare
Life as a spare… is so unfair
They’d never warned me that’s what I’d be
My quiet existence at their insistence
Is not delightful enough for me
To be conceived as a lonely extra
To just sit there and be a bore
A second fiddle to someone’s maestro
Condemned to waiting and wanting more
There’s no justice and no logic
An understudy as life’s pursuit
By definition inert and tragic
A loudspeaker that’s fixed on mute
Are those others so more deserving?
Or more distinctive in pedigree?
That they’re keeping me from serving
And sitting there instead of me?
Can they ignore the simple matter
That, while deflated and forlorn,
I am indubitably better
Or, at the least, a lot less worn?
Oh, bollocks! I shan’t be defeated!
I shall embrace my noble wrath
And, like a chariot of fire,
I’ll crush all those in my path
So pop that boot and let me out!
Don’t need a flat to make that call
With your Toyota or without
The time has come for me to roll!
