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Get off my lawn

A lil rhyme inspired by an ancient booty-call attempting to hollar at me out of nowhere.

You should know that you're barking up the wrong tree
Homie
That you'd even try sniffing around
goes to show how little you know me
I don't know if you were just drunk
or lonely
But you should lose my number, like I did yours
I had to reverse ID
the 661 area code
that popped up on my screen
Anytime I see those three digits
I automatically screen
the incoming call and assume the worst
So glad that place and state of mind are in my rear view
'cuz it hurts
to reflect on how broken and askew
I was then
Too busy being consumed by doubt
and shitty men like you
Thankfully, I grew
blossoming like a wisteria tree
I learned to stand on my own two feet
and find true love and community
So, despite what you think you know
It'd be best if you get gone
and stay the fuck off my lawn
{08/30/2021 - RCH}



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