Static

Don’t give me no-

static.

Keep your ill will.

Box it up for the

attic.

You walk in the room

with your attitude.

Don’t want to deal with

you.

Yes, I know you think you’re all that.

Well, good for you, but nasty words

ain’t where it’s at.

Static.

Time for you to change.

Ain’t it getting heavy carrying all that hate?

Maybe you should renegotiate-

all your static.

On your shoulder, there’s that chip.

You need to remove

it.

I want to be there for you,

but what can I do?

You push people away

with all that you say.

Don’t need your

static.

via Daily Prompt: Static
Static