Get Out of My Face

Get out of my face, I holler 
Leave me alone, I scream 
Like spectators in a darkened arena 
Like a colony of ants 
Like stars in black 
Like overgrown grass, dead 
Like sand like coal 
Get out of my face... 
Whiskers
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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Wolf Avatar
January 28, 2023 at 8:19 PM
Hahahahaha! That last line really threw me. Love it, CK!
Tor Avatar
January 26, 2023 at 5:23 PM
I hate them too Charlie they are a lot of work my friend...
Goldsmith Avatar
January 26, 2023 at 2:20 PM
A cute write. Whiskers, Whiskers go away. Feel better now??? Have good day.............
Buhagiar Avatar
January 26, 2023 at 9:21 AM
Shave your whiskers if you feel like it. Never in my life did I let whiskers grow.
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