hey! hes the guy you see who walks down the street doesn't smile but sneers at everyone he meets don't want to swing by his house on halloween night he puts razor blades in his apples, what a shame, with all your might you wish he would just disappear and never return its not right, but thats the way it is you see him chasing kids away from his house all the time "what an asshole" you mutter over and over again house dark at christmas time not a decoration in sight or on the 4th of july not one single light mike check, do you want to talk or not an oar to him, he thinks all kids smoke pot you think he developed this but hes always been this way or as long as you can remember, every other day he gives you that stare when you cross his path you know, that angry glare, so you do the math like you were dog shit on a stick, facing his wrath as you grow up you hate him more and more, without a chance to laugh hey? does it matter that he's your grandfather??
Reason for writing:
bad joke. my grandfather is not like this at all, he's generous and loving and all those good things. but you have people like this in all neighborhoods, right??
Birth sign: Aries
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