Friendly Advice
We sit here over afternoon tea
Your lecture starts, all about me
There’s no thought in your words
As you stuff in more cake
Your advice is absurd
And concern so fake
With cream on your chin
You pry, rake and grin
I watch your harsh tongue linger
As you lick your sticky finger
Now the cake has all gone, your job here is done
I sit bloated with lies, numb and dumb
You smooth your skirt over fat sweaty thighs
And we rise to say our goodbyes
As you disappear with your self-righteous view
Set to interfere in pastures new
I wonder dear friend, what would I do
Without you?
Copyright © Susan Barnes | Year Posted 2014
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