Grumpy Ass Harris

Doors closed after a slam or gentle bump, throat free from awkward stress lumps

How many chances should I give, keep you at a distance away, miles are best to be truly safe

Learned early humans are liars, momma’s hands under the pillow for my teeth, no magic, no special being visiting me

Gotta shield myself from disappointment boy it’s brutal when I fall down, ground floor, doors closed, exposed, who dares impose

I suppose this rose, this life, experiences regardless hated or liked, insight defined when perception bright

Whatever

I’m the grumpy one, refusing to bend when I’ve already said no, they say when did you say no, of this we didn’t, currently don’t know, virtual wish for elbows

Then I break my own rules, jackass, mule.

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