Curmudgeon

I can’t hide, no On the mantle
I’m not sad
Tilling that hoe
It’s the season
I’m all reason
I have seen
All I have grown
Sheared at the seams
Cheat on me And not seen
At the seams
I’m a lender
I’m a planter
I put something
In the garden
In the handle
On the mantle
I’m not Santa
I’m a god
I want a lady
Can you save me?
It’s the sulfur
I have grown
'Tis the season
I’m all reason
I have fleas
So run on home