
Knock, knock, knock
Do you remember
When I knocked upon your door
Feeling weary
Feeling poor
I stood and knocked upon your door
Knock, knock, knock
Then we met
Had me sleeping on the floor
Put in our place
You in the drawer
Why'd I knock upon your door?
Knock, knock, knock
Who is that
Come knocking upon my door
I just exist
I'm not living anymore
Stop that knocking on my door
Knock, knock, knock
So familiar
I've heard that knock before
My own hand
Red and sore
From all that knocking on my door
Knock, knock, knock
You again
There knocking at my door
Try to forget
Or at least ignore
The knocking upon my door
Knock, knock, knock
Me or you
I'm not sure anymore
I didn't know
I was starting my war
When I knocked upon your door
About the Creator
Brock Richardson
I'm a former contributor to Funny or Die. I most prominently write poetry, short fiction and humor.

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