Tornado Alert

I’m rude and abrupt, I speak without grace, 

A walking tornado wearing hate as a face.

Pleasantries avoid me, I chase them away,

But I’m fully justified in my own twisted way.

I don’t do “friendly”, I don’t do “socials”,

I don’t do meet-ups, catch-ups or phone calls,

I don’t do life well, I don’t even do happy,

This tornado of mine protects and entraps me.

~Poet of Ephraim

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