Tale of Horace Grigg

Touchdown, landed in Charlotte patiently waiting,
I’m gonna pour out my pain with this picture I’m painting,
I won’t dispute any comments, no room for debating,
Keep your mouth shut & here this tale so levitating,
I was moved, it happened so fast, from cordial & kind to no more kissing ass, I’ll pass, broken trust snapped like twigs, maybe down the line - i can laugh at this story & get me a kick,
But i doubt it,
Pain: rerouted,
Trying to form a smile but the disappointment engulfs my mind, so ever-crowded,

Pouted? who? not i, nor Bes, we just have emotional processing to do with the stress,
I confess, i manifested this all to happen,
I spoke it into existence, am i to blame for enacting?
Why should i compensate for all that he’s lacking?
The bashing, the shaming, instigating & complaining,

The Cables went to have some lunch while out in Kentucky,
The energy was all off, far from buddy-buddy,
The Debbie downer in the corner, probably needing a coroner, was her family that much fuel for his boredom?
“what the fuck is your problem?” she screamed out to ask,
He didn’t even acknowledge the question as the day went on to pass,
So you can laugh @ the jokes of your girlfriend’s sister but can’t spare her a kiss on her loving behalf?

Like damn,
You want attention on demand but you shoot stares like the sight of her you can’t stand,
So smug, little boy mf, better be lucky uncle Vinny didn’t pop by you would’ve been scared,
Ensnared, trapped in love with this man, to her exes: he really started to compare, i was there,
Saw it firsthand, in this house you have no command, i guess being respectful isn’t part of his plan,

Bela was on the way to the house, but she stopped by the store, so we decorated the kitchen, it was birthday galore,
Flowers in a vase, a cake in it’s a place,
A written poem on the table to show our love & more,
She bust through the door “oh my god, what’s this” we ran out the room to make sure the candles were lit, Corina’s letter in the background, no turning back now, she started tearing up, she hadn’t gotten a gift,

The night goes on, alcohol: long gone, dancing in the kitchen, so glad Bela had come home, then he darts outside to accept a phone call, who has your attention? shit made my blood boil,
The door swung open, as he came through the threshold,
Is he wanting me to put his ass in a long chokehold,
He started going off on Bela so we made it known,
Mf,
Back & forth - the tension went north,

Bes got involved, he gave her probable cause, at this point I’m awed, she made my heart pause,
Each insult that came out his mouth, he inched closer to her & it made curse words fly from my jaw,
“Calm down,” he said,
Shit made my blood boil,
From then on, i knew that we were approaching turmoil,
He looked @ Bes & said “stfu,” from that point, he was headed down toward the floor,

Smack, mf got whacked, a cut on his eye from my daring attack,
I ran him through the tables, then slammed him on the couch, i didn’t feel bad his bitch ass asked for that,
You don’t pay no bills in this house, don’t touch my thermostat, but i raised the temp
In that shit right after that,
Bela darted outside, to all our surprise, now Bes & i wondering where the hell is she at,

Pitch black, 2 in the morning, got a mf yawning, blind as bat going,
Outside,
We find her up the road, finger bloodied by glass, she had had the worst ever panic attack,
Back to the house we go, to access the damage, to access the manic to access the bleeding, we walk through the door of Horace Grigg only to see that mf in the kitchen sweeping