Lecture Me

Lorna Dwyer May 2005


You're sitting there,

Lecturing me?!

Look in the mirror,

As the words pass your lips.

All of this you have done too.

Now your old and guess what?

You're still the same,

Don't lecture me.

You sound superior,

You sound exasperated.

Don't you think that I,

Don't see through you.

You have me angry,

That you think,

I should listen.

You never did to me.

So guess what happens?

I hang up the phone,

You mid-sentence,

Me smiling proud.