That Man

i hate this guy right now

hes outside singing

i bet hes drunk

he rearranged the lamps for people who already left

theres something wrong with this man, I swear

I mean hes out there cursing and talking about his scum of a father

hes even racist, he said he should this place Guadalupe, because I was there

now hes talking about porkchops like thats cute

hes screaming at everyone who walks by him

im about to call the cops, just to scare his ass

hes playing with some vase outside 

and hes talking to some woman and hes calling her "titi"

Did i mention he was wearing a cowboy hat inside a funeral home? 

Who fucking does that when theyre hispanic, and in the bronx, at a funeral home in the middle of fucking January?

 

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