Unhinged

The door is unhinged—

It does not open well.

And when it does, I cannot close it again.

 

The door is unhinged

It does not open well.

And when it does, I cannot close it again.

 

The Door is unhinged—

It does not open well.

And when it does, I cannot close it again.

 

I can’t close the damned door!

It’s unhinged!

It’s freakin’ off its hinges, man!

What do you want me to do?! Huh? What?!

 

The door is unhinged—

It does not open well.

And when it does, I cannot close it again.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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