Leggings and Other Grievances
I have a slight, very slight temper problem…
I’m not saying I can’t control my anger…
But there is a list of things that just Piss. Me. Off
When I’m dreaming and just as something important happens
Like a support beam breaking right above my head,
Or when the battle plans of the army are finally about to be revealed,
Then the sound of the alarm cuts through.
Reaching for the phone and realizing
The ringing is coming from across the room, under a pile of random crap
Things just piss me off.
Like those people who decide that leggings are pants,
No, just no.
Do you have any idea how hard it is to take someone seriously when their outfit essentially directs attention to their crotch?
No, Things like that just piss me off.
People who are obnoxiously loud,
And then decide to proclaim their sexual deviances?
I REALLY DON’T WANT TO HEAR THAT,
And when you complain you get told to stop Eavesdropping
As if somehow your fault that you overheard
So you bite your tongue and walk away,
Arms clenched at your sides,
Nails digging into skin leaving small crescents
Yet keeping everything inside so not to offend,
Not to bother any poor soul
Who just happen to be in the area when you lose your cool
Yeah things just piss me off.

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