Things That Bug Me About You

My goodness, how rude can one get? I haven’t even finished speaking yet. Your uncaring interruption, has ruined my thought construction. Now I have to put my thoughts on the shelf. Couldn’t you see I was talking to myself ?! And when I ask you to look for my keys, Don’t make me beg on my knees. I hate it when you laugh to beat the band, Just because you see them in my hand! And last week when I asked you to find my phone, Your unkind remark cut me to the bone. You said “you are losing your mind I fear., What’s that thing on your ear?” It just isn’t nice, no matter how true it rings, Accusing me of always losing things! I just hate that quirk about you!! Hey,.. you seen my other shoe?