My Friend, My Advisor

You’re always giving me advice,

You must think that I’m really dumb.

Cuz you advise me on just about everything,

From books to bubble gum.

You know, I’m really not so clueless.

My head is not filled with just air.

Please stop telling me how to dress,

And how I should wear my hair.

To prove your point you’re willing to fight

About anything—even Parchezee!

You ALWAYS act as if you are ALWAYS right. . .

You know, it makes me rather queasy.

So please stop acting like my advisor,

And like you always know best.

And please just shut your mouth, that’s all,

So my ears can get some rest.

Well, you’ll be my advisor until the end,

In my mind there is no doubt.

Still, I do want to keep you as a friend,

It’s just your advice I can do without.

From Poem Man

 

 

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