Runaway Future

Oh, polite old man who lives down the hall from me
What in the world has made you so angry?

Heading out for a run, I walked by your door
And heard you yelling that someone was a ‘fucking whore’

I’ve never known you to curse or raise your tone
And I’m not sure if you were talking to someone or on the phone

I would hate to be the one who receives your verbal brunt
Especially when you yelled out ‘suck a cock, cunt!’

I only caught a bit of your rant before I was down the stair
But the little bit I caught was too much for me to hear

You’ve always impressed me, taking your hat off in the lift
But now my opinion of you has taken a sudden shift

When you see me in the hall, you greet me and call me sir
But now I know, under the surface, what foul thoughts stir