Old Cruff

"Old Cruffs" are not born, they are made,
especially when others leave them waiting in the heat
instead of the shade, when folks ignore their pleas for
help and direction, "Old Cruffs" go into automation,
strangely, some folks tend only to react to the "cruffian" sides of
individuals, nothing usually gets done when one is nice and civil,
Why do folks have to push people until they are out of their gourds?
Life would be so much simpler if people were more sensitive to behavior
patterns that bother.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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