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}