How quick it all changes
The world turns, the worm turns
A single word and the whole pail’s curdled
Human kindness clags to quasi cheese
You wheezing disease of a being
You can be counted upon only to offend
You give temper many pleasant, jury-agreeing reasons
You rile me as none have done recently since I took to the wilds
Your rudeness and tactlessness
When aimed to others I counted as a regrettable
But overlookable aspect
Yet, when that curtness of churlish manner took aim at me
A day had not passed before you were gone
One evening of a planned five, you are leaving here now for the last time
If the skies will fit skin to my rhymes.
I had to be held back, I had to shower off my rage.
Alchemisland 
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