You’re Not the Boss of Me

You’re not the boss of me –

you cannot tell me what to do.

I don’t want a lecture –

or a caveat of “If I were you…”

You look like a fool but go ahead –

rant, rave, and holler.

While I dig my heels in deeper –

and stretch my neck taller.

We’ve passed the point of no return –

I will not cave to pressure.

I’ll never relinquish control now –

I won’t give you the pleasure.

Even if you spoke the wisest words –

I still won’t hear you.

So you may try and try you will

but you can’t tell me what to do!

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