Advice

Jay Kent

You like this girl, and I don’t blame you. She’s pretty and nice, and she likes you, too.

You decide to come to me for a helping hand. And I know you’re nervous, I fully understand.

I quote some poets to inspire and assist. But advice I’m giving you is advice that I have missed.

I’d tell you what I’d do if I had your confidence. But my arms are weird, and I’m too fat, and, as a Romeo, I’m incompetent.