Staring Down the Barrel of the Advice Gun
"Do what you want son".
Five words that can feel like a metric tonne.
Or keep you grounded through electric fun.
Eject, discard and reload the magazine of your advice gun, cause' at the minute, I've got next to none.
Give and take, it's a one way street.
Face down in the ditch of defeat.
Delivering dreams feels more like chewing on a mouthful of seagull secrete coated concrete.
No choice but to stand up, put a finger up to the so called 'elite' and attempt to keep your war & battle that little bit discrete.
Copyright © Josh Jones | Year Posted 2015
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