The Old Man

The old man stumbles
A derisory snort escapes me
I hate that old man
I detest him
He is a blight
How dare he
Tresspass my vision
How dare he
Invade my thoughts
Go Away
You do not belong here
This is my world now
mine, ours, of young
Shoo
Scat
Gettaway
Why do I hate him so?
Fear
He is a reproach to my youth
Foretelling my future

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