03-17 Just Listen

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I know you don’t think much of me.

Don’t object, you know it’s true,

and that’s okay.

Just let me get this off my chest.



I don’t care how you live your life,

that’s all you.

Everyone has to decide that for themselves,

but here’s the thing.

When you come around here

to my house

around my friends,

your own rules don’t apply.

This is my house.

Most people don’t know that,

cuz they don’t need to.

You haven’t been listenin to authority here,

so now I’m lettin you know

the buck stops here,

like they used to say.



Out there, you can be your own man,

but here,

my rules and their rules apply.

You know what our rules are if you pay attention,

it’s in the way we interact,

how we treat each other and aim to get others to treat us.

I’m not gonna give you a list of how you’re supposed to act,

I ain’t your pops.

But if you care to, you can see it plain as a sheet of paper

If you can’t handle that,

this isn’t your place.

It could be someday.

It could be now.

It could be never.

Figure it out.



That’s really about it.

You can ask me what you want to,

or you can just get on your way,

or even come back inside, if you’re up for changin.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is a monologue from a pseudo-cowboy in my still developing screenplay.

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Lexie Peters's picture

I was going to give you hell for using "pops" but then i realized it was a cowboy. so it makes sense. :)