I propose You play a More Grown Up song

I propose you play a more grown up song
one that will remind you that I defy the bounds
of your dexterous prosperity.

I am not your right hand gal
or wing man.
by go the extremities
reduce to the core of your senility's immature findings.

As This Ain’t a Love Song echoes
through the cylinders of your harsh made
boom box.
Ba boom!

The collision is such an ugly sound.
it is not one made without consequence
but in fact it is the result of consequence.
It is the consequence I face
as a result
of your childish despondency.

So I propose that you play a more grown up song.
So you will remember
that the world is not yours for the taking.
Despite what you mother tells you.
I suggest you play a more grown up song.
Child.