A Grouch

I am an old grouch who prefers to keep his own council most of the time. Any old thing can set me off into a huff. When I let my steam out at anyone who might be passing. My face goes red and my mouth sprouts bluster and brine, but never a swear word is uttered. My writing has taught me to use metaphors instead of four letter words and a raised voice now and then is enough to keep the fakers and wasters away and anyone else, who feels like intimidating my intelligence with dribble. 10 June 2016