Remember those people
Who would come around
And
Everyone would make up an excuse
To leave the room
Or
Not invite to go anywhere
And
If you saw them
You would
Go out of your way
As to avoid them
All together
So the presence of them
Would not ruin your day
Well I call them
A repelling magnet
A repulsion at the highest
Creation of facial ticks
They make all your hairs
Stand on end
And
Your skin crawl
When they are near
Causing a happy mood
To crash and burn into the dumps
Where frustration
Anger
Thoughts of physical harm exist
So
Why is it that
They make it so easy to hate them
Their attitude
Their mouth
Their thought process
All rubs you the wrong way
And
It is so screwed up
I need to know
How the hell
They get out of their house
Everyday
With that big balloon
Connected on their shoulders
The damn thing
Is too big to fit through any door
It is maddening that
They are oblivious
To anyone else’s feelings
And
They only work they do
Is to get on a person nerves
These
Evil little bags of skins
Need a hobby
Like
Jumping off the nearest cliff
Just saying
End the madness
Let us have a happy day
Yellowbonewonda
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