to say ring the door bell and ask for your time and attention.
They come in, track mud on your clean, white carpet,
which you just had cleaned, and then immediately
goes to your refrigerator to grab a drink and food
without bothering to ask or say a word.
Trouble doesn't see the big deal. Trouble thinks
this is perfectly normal. Trouble thinks you need to chill.
You can't. You can't chill, not with that goddamn attitude.
You try and calm yourself down and breathe but that
will only go so far. The problem isn't you. It's trouble.
You tell trouble to get out. Trouble turns it's head
and looks at you as if you had just defecated in their coffee.
Just for that, trouble punches your flat screen television
and one of the support screws flies out from the wall.
You've had it! You walk right up to trouble, get in their face
and tell them to get the fuck out of your house! Trouble
doesn't move right away. It stands there for a minute.
Trouble turns to walk out. They stick their arms out and
knock everything off your tables and counters.
They walk out and say, "See you soon."
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