Short Irks Poems
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Throw it over the second floor
Or better yet bathe it
Since it never seem to.
Kicking doesn’t help
Or talking either
Everybody just thinks me crazy.
I’ve thought of starving it
No paper, No work
We’ll see who’s smiling now.
Oh wait for a sec,
Do printers eat Ink or paper?
This machine irks me
So before I kill it
I wonder,
How much jail time
Do I have to do
For killing one Stupid Printer?
Darkness sheds my sight
But dreams illuminate my night
I am covered with dust and look cowed
I still see my path through the muzzy cloud
Thick smoke irks my eyes
I close them to visualize my prize
I unravel the world behind a closed door
A mind roaming free unafraid to explore
No jewelry on my neck to show
I just hold on to my inner glows
No clout for my name to draw
I keep dreaming in the shadows
As so many shoppers
consistently doing all manner of wrong
fail to return their trolleys
from whence they came to where they belong
it really irks when I leave work
drive my hybrid to the supermarket
circle the car park for what seems hours
and can't find a place to park it
the question may seem odd to some
and yet I have to ask it
why don't those self-same lazy people
do to it what they'd do with a shopping basket
I reach for the mayo last night
Too late I realize it’s not right
Out of the fridge door
And onto the floor
The lid was placed on, but not tight
I like to spread jam on my toast
One thing irritates me the most
In the jam jar I find
Food debris left behind
Clean your knife between jars, that’s gross
While driving the highway we sail
But something I see without fail
Blinkers flashing for miles
And I think all the while
Are they turning into the guardrail?
Doggone it, that blasted pup irks me
He thinks he’s my Mom’s fav’rite pee wee
He grabs harmful toys
From rascally boys
Then chews them while gloating, bad beastie!
I’m coming for you, Mr. Hellhound
I’ll see you returned to the pet pound
The blues you will sing
So just take a swing
One scratch on my head, you’ll go Greyhound
Image “B” Chosen
*Written December 16, 2018
For James Edward Lee Sr.’s “Baby Face, What’s You Thinkin’” Contest