Advice From Your Loving Parents

Don’t get a tattoo.
Some time from now it will look bad on you,
And everything you once thought was great,
Could very well be what you hate down the road.
But by then it’ll be too late
To change your mind;
Better to play it safe.

So don’t be unappreciative
Of all that we’ve laid out for you since birth,
Don’t wear those baggy clothes, it accentuates your girth.
We love you, but hey honey, you might want to lose some weight.
How else will they know of your worth?

Cut your hair short,
No one likes a rebel.
Lose your style and your attitude,
‘Cus no one wants to be around you.
But hey honey, we hope you get well,
And all the best to you,
We know you’ll do great.

Hey honey,
Your forms came in today,
Let’s view them together so that you’re not misled,
And remember all the things that we’ve said.
You have to act now, there’s no time to waste,
No time to enjoy yourself or celebrate.

Mark the date,
Get up out of bed,
Brush your hair and your teeth,
Get out of your head.

A tattoo is permanent; but, so is your life,
Only 18, you’ll be alright; pay what you owe
So you can earn what you sow.
But honey, why don’t you know which road to go?

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About humblefoot

Kyle Fisher (who often uses the alias Logan Rowley online and in his writing) has been enjoying writing since he was just 8 years old. His first formal publication was at the age of 13. He is now a spiritualist and openly queer author, perpetually searching for inspiration to create and learn more about the world around him. He is always drawn to the simplicity and uniqueness that life has to offer. He doesn’t identify with labels or socially constructed ideas about how the world should be. He believes that the world is your oyster, and that we all project our own destinies with the thoughts we choose to harbour about the universe. He is an idealistic, spiritualistic hippie who is just trying to find his place in this world, crafting each word to leave his mark, and promote love and equality among all people.
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