There's a stiff counsel in the air
Advice is the last I desire to
Succumb to.
Circulating around my head
Too many of you
Resist what you should
Fall on your knees for.
This is not one
Of those moments.
I'm ashamed of those
Who cannot sip
On their own cherry-
Tainted medicine.
"Listen to the words
Of the Wise"
I bet a "wise" person
Spoke those words.
The greedy bastard.
Listen here,
Listen hard
For one so strong,
One with willpower,
Can do all things
That one has spoke of.
Stop succumbing.
I beg of you
Failure is just another
Point of view
That can become fiction
Through two persistent irises
And a habitual dodge
From those ever surrounding
Self-loathing critics.
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