Listen to Me

Your charm does not work on me!

Listen to me

I may just be his mom

But I'm about to drop a bomb of truth on you

Listen to me

You may act all nice and sweet

But I know you'll toss him on the street

If he doesn't write what you want him to

Not true—

Listen to me!

He's smart, and good-hearted

I sometimes forget he's only fifteen

So listen to me

These trollops and fools, they may listen to you

But you listen to me

Yes, ma'am

I know about your Valhalla of decadence

Your dedication to selfishness and arrogance

My boy is just not ready

For your shallow, cheap-aesthetic brain cells

Thrown away like confetti

Don't you long to be authentic?

Don't you want something real?

You have no idea

Listen to me

I have friends in high places

Who run background checks and traces, so you know

Listen to me

He can sometimes get real sad

I think he really misses his dad

It's hard to let him go

So listen to me

Don't you dare break his spirit

For I fear it will derail his precious dreams

Your path is very clear

Make a noise if you can hear

I... I—

You can make this right, you see

If you listen to me

It's not too late

For you to become a person of substance, Russell

Now, get my son home safely

Or you will meet the person on the other end of this line

And it will not be pretty!