A gray loner who stalks the halls
With an aura of sheer annoyance;
With his fingerprints covering all the walls,
One might see the world through a dusty lens.
Red shirt and a frown, yet his smile
Does exist, and is just like any other
- figuring that out took a while.
He's not rude, we present a bother.
YOU ARE READING
A phone book
PoetryA loose continuation of A Few Hysterical Words, this time focused on character descriptions.
