Temper Poem by W.I. Stoneberger

Temper

Rating: 2.5


He's not very good company
makes me think bad things
squirms in his silence
dreaming up violence
holds onto the past
like its the last crumb
he'll ever get
doesn't give a sh*t
about anyone else
can't see beyond himself
twists every word heard
into a personal assault
nothing's ever his fault
hate it when he visits me
he's just not very good company.

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