don’t tell me what you think

don’t tell me what you think         March 19, 2016
you always contact me
when you go looking for sympathy
oh, the irony
that you have complained
about some kids selling pot
and your vague dreams of sex
and the lack of relationship
in your life
before ever asking
–       how are you?
and that you complain to me
about these things
the girl who makes friends
with scorpions and junkies
it’s so hard not to say
–       fuck you
or
–       grow up
but i don’t
because you’re right
we are too different

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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