So what do I think,
When wandering through
The hordes of armoured advice
That is offered in chains
Of expectation
That can close like a vice?
If they go to war
When you ignore
Their oh-so-nice
Advice,
It’s no advise at all,
But an order, a command,
A carefully concealed demand.
You can listen to it, sure,
But I’d sooner bed
the enemy.
Advise should be a gift,
Nothing taken, only this:
Remember what the Cat said,
“If they were right, I’d agree,
It’s them they know, not me”,
A fundamentally
Self-serving
philosophy.
Isn’t that the point?
Or do our friends think
We’re no longer free?
Keep your own council,
And leave my wars
To me.
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 6:50 PM UTC
So what do I think,
When wandering through
The hordes of armoured advice
That is offered in chains
Of expectation
That can close like a vice?
If they go to war
When you ignore
Their oh-so-nice
Advice,
It’s no advise at all,
But an order, a command,
A carefully concealed demand.
You can listen to it, sure,
But I’d sooner bed
the enemy.
Advise should be a gift,
Nothing taken, only this:
Remember what the Cat said,
“If they were right, I’d agree,
It’s them they know, not me”,
A fundamentally
Self-serving
philosophy.
Isn’t that the point?
Or do our friends think
We’re no longer free?
Keep your own council,
And leave my wars
To me.
