Simple Advice

Simple Advice

Simple advice

lost in a dragged out

rag of an expression,

simple advice,

or is it insight and reference

or religious cult practice?

Words are such a skewed method

of carrying our messages.

No fault is attended to the meter,

Life is not a bitch,

simple advice.

Economy doesn’t count for my decisions,

now wait for the chorus and the drop.

Simple advice,

free attention

now returns that sense of rhythmless

rhythm.

I will distract myself as my fortune.

But my distraction will be productive,

another drop and rise in the rhythm,

the chorus returns,

and the art I make is worth it.