Mini-annoyances
As I march through my day
I am always aware
Of the number of people
Who just stop and stare.
“Have you no manners?”
Wells up in my brain
The ignorance of people
Just drives me insane!
But then I realize
Exactly how much
I feel that they – or I
Are just out of touch.
People who sit in their cars
Reading their phone
“Hello?” says I
Why don’t you go home?
I need this parking space
Can’t you see there’s no other?
But, no, folks are oblivious
We’re all going to smother.
Cars that go
This way and that
What’s the rush, sir?
Let’s have a chat.
Why can’t you relax?
What’s going on in your head?
Keep up this pace
And we’ll all be dead.
Life won’t get easy
While you’re focused on you
The rest of us are here
With lots of living to do!
Get your head out of the clouds
And off the damn screen
How will you figure out
That you’re quite Byzantine?
When your world is so small
And no one else can fit
It’s way past time
To let go of this shit.
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