Thorn In My Side
That man is definitely a thorn in my side,
My anger I find I cannot hide,
It just takes the sight of him then,
To weasel himself under my skin.
I have no choice,
But to be irritated by the sound of his voice,
That loves to hear himself speak, speak, speak,
Asylum from him is what I seek.
The sight of him gives me a rash,
I see him coming I want to dash,
Away from him as quick as I can,
He is the world’s most aggravating man.
I try to turn the other cheek,
To find peace and be meek,
And complete my work and go home,
But his ego won’t leave me alone.
I am mad he has this effect on me,
I actually feel sorry for him you see,
Because what makes him such a jerk,
Is he has no life just misery here at work.
Sometimes in life some people just don’t mix,
A thing that you just can’t fix,
It is something subconscious that isn’t right
That grinds your teeth and wants to fight.
King-Size Bull Crap Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Charles Messina
12/20/21
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