the aspartame of your advice

tank tops and tangerines

nothing’s as it really seems

and if it is what do i care

we only tether when we share

our dreams and lies and compromise

our swollen egos satisfied

 

to make me what i’m not you seek

and pray the lord my soul to keep

while i walk in dirty laundry

far from conversation’s quandary

moments are my even flow

beyond this i no longer go

 

ashes to ashes, dust to dust

dance within the silent gust

and find the line within my mind

that makes me feel your words unkind

that i am not, well, this is true

advice is rejection from you

 

do as you say? well, i will play

i’m talking fifty shades of grey

give me reason to concede

beyond your ego and its needs

concern for me? well, that is nice

the aspartame of your advice

 

means you don’t respect my views

it doesn’t matter if they’re true

the books i read you’ve never read

but on your influences i’ve fed

digested and passed through my bowels

but i have chosen other vowels

 

that makes me look at every word

as simply something that’s preferred

i hate to tell you what i think

cause then you share with me a link

come and join the cause collective

in other words change my perspective

confirming that it’s all perceived

oh when will you just let me be?

 

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