with murder, not literal murder,
but public
displays
of anger because he's
old
and crotchety.
there is no filter anymore.
he's paid his dues.
close the damn
door he shouts in the restaurant,
do you mind
moving over,
i have to sit down too,
he says on the bus.
he says what he wants,
not to himself,
but so everyone can hear.
he doesn't care, he's plum out
of niceties.
there is no fear.
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