“THE ANNOYED.” a poem, a.k.a.: “For Those Ones Who REALLY Don’t Care For Me Much At All, Adieu.” December 8, 2019 (Sunday)
I’M AN ANNOYANCE TO MYSELF AT TIMES,
And, OF COURSE, to others, especially those who don’t like my rhymes,
BUT I find in life, there are “special friends,” truly annoyed,
By my existence. So, why shouldn’t I avoid,
These excellent people? because MY LITTLE LIFE,
IS QUITE SUFFICIENT WITHOUT THEIR STRIFE.
I’m SIMPLY moving through this realm;
IF thereAreSomeTRULYupsetWithMoi, well, I could tell’EM: (pause)
(Or, maybe not. Yeah, I think perhaps NOT),
I WILL JUST IGNORE THEIR FACES (so) “HOT.”
I do the best I THINK I can,
And, if it doth upset them, golly gee yeah huh. yeah, man,
I need NOT make an effort to,
EVER SEE THEM. (pause) They sortO’ “make me blue;”
They cause me, for instance, to avoid their stare,
And regarding their presence, (sorry, but) I really don’t care,
To have them around me. Bye, bye to those,
Who (maybe) think I need them around. I SUPPOSE,
SOME OF THEM MIGHT SAY: “What’s wrong?”
And I’ll say nothing and SING MY SONG,
ELSEWHERE. For their “display,
of facial attitude.” Perhaps (or perhaps not) they’ll “pay,”
TO (&perhaps they’ll breathe a sigh of relief) HAVE ME NEVER AT THEIR DOOR.
I need not see them any more.
Limerick to THEM, dedicated to: especially Dr. A., Mr. T. & Miss R.
Some people don’t like me too much;
Well, that is their right, so my touch,
And My presenceI’llDeny;
Yes, I’m sure they won’t cry,
And I wish them the best “in the clutch.”