When I’m not
behind the wheel
you tell me where to go,
if I’m going way too fast,
or going way too slow.
You tell me when
I’m out of step,
or dating the wrong guy,
or eating what’s not good for me,
or wearing the wrong style.
All you know
is from the shows
you watch on your TV.
You have no idea who I am.
No thanks for your advice.
published in Contemplate
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