Curmudgeon

I’m becoming really crabby

I don’t like that Mother is out

or that Father is barely around.

A new court date has been fixed

where they can wrangle over my soul.

They’re screwing with my life,

but I should like to be with Mother.

She’s no curmudgeon.

She taught me that word.

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