Dear You
A little laughter for the start
My fill in of an old name
It seems to fit the part

I am who I am
No fill in part for free
You can't make me who I'm not
Nor ever want to be

Somethings I can't pretend
Not even for friends like you
As long as there is no pressure for me to end
What my voice needs singing to

You see where my voice will take a lift
And I see that counter point regarding you
But my voice won't ever end
Because it was what I was born to do

Tell me you understand that
Because Tyson has culled for bird flu
And Tamiflu is just a joke
That has serious side effects to

Talk to me bad boys
Do you have conflict with my views
I'm talking to the real boys
And not make believe David who?