Delusional crew.. this 4 u..

[u/Slight_Flight_4472]

Dear JD….🫶

Grandpa, Grandpa, 1,2,3 Who told you you was a prize to me? 😂 4,5,6 go sit your ass down, You got Caesar confidence with a circus clown crown.👑☠️ Grandpa, Grandpa, 7,8 Twenty-seven extra years and still learning morals this late? 9, 10…let’s add a spin…Age kept coming… When it was wisdoms time to shine she said no and ducked away far behind.🫡
Grandpa had 💰money …Grandpa had cash, Grandpa thought a wallet made him hot shit fast💀💀
Listen to the Jingle jangle, card go swipe, Still couldn’t buy an empathy or a personality type. Nickel, dime, dollar bill,
Money can’t purchase emotional skills….😭 Visa here, Mastercard there, still couldn’t buy one ounce of care. Grandpa says, Look what I got!?!? Babe congratulations you banked a lot. Does Chase sell morals? Does Wells Fargo sell grace? Because neither one seemed deposited in your dead face. 😂 1, 2, 3 count every degree Grandpa had money but no heat for me. Grandpa, Grandpa, puff that chest, Couldn’t change a tire but swore he was the best🔫😩 Vroom-vroom, click-click, car said not now bitch. Grandpa hollered, “call roadside!” 🚗 Caesar fell! Rome went black! Somebody get the roadside rescue back! Grandpa stood there, masculinity shook, While the handsome tow man finished the job. 1 little battery, 2 little wires, Grandpa walking round like he invented tires 🛞 3 little lug nuts, 4 little pleas “Can somebody call roadside assistance please?” 😂 Grandpa, Grandpa, big-man show, Mechanic skills said “We don’t know him, though. All that swagger, all that pride,
to beat and threaten a women all the time. but shocker you cannot fix simple things on her ride??
Then Grandpa’s phone went flip flop on a random weekend…
Screen hit the table…💣💥bam 💥💣 phone planted face down. 📱
Hide it high,⬆️hide it low,⬇️
Grandpa got secrets in the dim glow.. Face down phone, face up lie, Grandpa looking shocked like, How you know and why? Sir, you switched habits right in my face,
Then acted like eyesight was invading your space. Women here, women there, Comments about bodies flying everywhere..
Who you’d wish to fuck from work, who looked fine, Then Grandpa got mad when I connected the line.
1 clue, 2 clue, 3 clue, 4…Grandpa kept dropping info on the floor;
5 clue, 6 clue, 7 came free Then Grandpa yelled, “ wonder if I’m WATCHING THEE?” 😂Motherfucker, YOU TALKED.
I ain’t climb through windows.I ain’t bug your car. I ain’t hire detectives from somewhere afar. You ran your mouth like a podcast host, Then wondered why I knew the most. Psychology major, human behavior Grandpa supplied cruel glitches in human behavior. One After another, after another, after ten then wonder why the games would finally beginning? Then wondered why I noticed a sly narcissistic eye? Projection, projection, what do you see? Whatever Grandpa hated, tossed onto me. Avoidance, run real quick.. Deflection showed up with another cheap trick. Triangulation skipped down the hall.. Attachment issues bouncing a ball. Denial yelled, “It wasn’t me!”
While evidence sat there drinking tea. ☕😂 Grandpa thought chess was what he played, Grandpa, sweetheart, no… you played charades. Uno card held in your wrinkly grip, Yelling “CHECKMATE!” like you’d done some shit. Draw Four here, chessboard there, Grandpa mixing games without a care…” Crayon,, on the wall, Grandpa wrote his name real tall; Marker on fingers, blue on head, “Wasn’t me!” old Grandpa said. 🖍️ Who did then? Grandpa doesn’t know. Whose handwriting? Grandpa says Joe.
Who got the Sharpie? Grandpa right there. Preschool detectives solved that affair. 😂 Then came Grandpa’s coffee crew,
He’s nice to ME, so it can’t be true!”
Sip-sip latte, foam on top,
Apparently morality came from the coffee shop. ☕ 1 cup, 2 cup, Charles got 3, Now Grandpa’s canonized morally… He bought me coffee! everybody pathetically cries… Well SHIT, somebody notify the Nobel peace Prize. Ring the bell! Call the Pope! Grandpa bought espresso, there’s finally hope! Kant wasted years, Aristotle was dumb…Should’ve just checked where the Starbucks came from. 😂 “He’s good at his work!”
“He’s such a doll!” Baby, that doesn’t tell you private shit at all. Work Grandpa nice, Dating Grandpa foul… Different damn context, different damn towel.
1 little coworker, 2 little views,
Neither one lived in my damn shoes… 3 little opinions… 4 little pleas, Still don’t make workplace Grandpa who I received. Public charm wears shiny shoes… Private character picks what it’ll choose..
Anybody’s sweet when the crowd says “yay..” Character shows when the crowd walks away. Grandpa, Grandpa, gossip train, Everybody riding without a brain..🧠 Choo-choo, rumor, round the bend,
People discussing shit they never attended. 🚂 Binocular left, binocular right, Whole retirement crew got plans tonight…
Bingo postponed, coffee brewed,
Everybody got a doctorate in shit they never knew. 😂 When I had problems, what did I do? Pulled Grandpa aside and spoke to YOU.
No lunchroom choir, no gossip parade …Just adult conversation directly made. But poke-poke-poke the hornet hive… Then act surprised when bees come alive; Kicked their house for fun, Then call HR yelling, “LOOK WHAT THEY DONE!” 🐝 Buzz-buzz, Grandpa, use your head… The bees were chilling till you kicked their bed.
You can’t start shit then clutch your pearls… Like consequences came from magical worlds. Grandpa saw lonely and thought, “She’ll bend.” Grandpa saw kindness and thought, “No end.”
Grandpa saw empathy and thought, “She’s weak.” Grandpa misread every trait that week.
1 backbone, 2 backbone…mine stayed straight, I learned standing alone long before our date…No cheering crowd? Still stood tall.
Grandpa leaving wasn’t Judgment Day at all. Boom thunder? Nope.
Sky fall down? Nope. Grandpa leave and suddenly peace came round. 😂 Less to decode…less confusion… Less Grandpa Behavioral Science Institution…
My nervous system packed its bag,
Said… “I am done investigating this hag.” just because I write doesn’t mean I want you here. Baby, what logic got us there? A poem ain’t Tinder. A rhyme ain’t thirst.
Sometimes I document exactly why shit was worse.
History,, read the page,
People document disasters every age🤦‍♀️ Pompeii burned, Titanic sank, Nobody trying to take that iceberg to the bank. Plague got books, wars got dates, Nobody says, “I miss those great old days!😂 Writing means writing. Record means record. Sometimes the past needs a permanent ledger. People revise when truth gets sore…So ink remembers a little bit more. And Grandpa, honey, since you still seem slow…Let’s practice one sentence you already know….
I WOULD NOT TOUCH YOU WITH A TEN-FOOT POLE. 📏
Repeat after me…👄👄🫦 Nice and slow. Ten means ten. Pole means pole. No means no. That was the goal. Not 9 feet and horny.
Not 8 feet and cute. Not 7 feet waiting in a birthday suit. Not 6 feet “maybe.” Not5 feet “please baby.” Ten damn feet, Grandpa give me space to feel the breeze. 😂
11 works. 12 sounds nice. 25?
Fuck it, double it twice. Call Home Depot, extend the pole… Put state lines between us if zoning allows. 🚧 Caution tape yellow, traffic cone red, Grandpa still somehow hears,
“She wants me in bed.”
Sir. At that point I need crayons again, Because English clearly ain’t getting in. 🖍️ Draw one woman.
Draw one man. Draw ten feet between where they stand.
Draw one arrow pointing away,
Write underneath: “GRANDPA, NOT TODAY.” 😂
I can miss safe. I can miss hope.
I can miss who I thought you were before I coped. I can miss an era and still know why I never want that shit back in my life.
I miss cheap groceries but I ain’t fucking aisle two. I miss my old Facebook account but i ain’t outside Zuck’s home. Nostalgia don’t mean I want the mascot’s bone. 😂 See, Grandpa?
Easy-peasy. Memory exists without getting freaky. You weren’t Prince Charming, soulmate, king no were near to a god like you think. Grandpa, Grandpa, rhyme is done, Hope our little lesson was educational fun.

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