Uncouth

No sooner had his footfall played
Upon the threshold of the room
The truth smacked of the obvious,
This common soul did not belong.

I might have felt remorse about
His awkward and ungainly tone,
But feelings were all swept away
When first words formed upon his tongue.

Ravings of uncultured thought from
Such a boorish little mind.
Spewing crude and clumsy voice to  
Fill the room with fetid air.

Turn away and find a corner,
Hope that soon he’ll go away.
Growing small out on a ledge
Trapped in just my underwear.

Wilting from embarrassment.
Denying any blame.
Don’t know who invited him.
Don’t know why I came.

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