Through the day,
until the end,
I stare at you,
my on loan friend,
I can't relate,
I feel displaced,
you are the worst of the human race,
I stand and stare,
and pull my hair,
us together just isn't fair,
but we have to work,
though you'll stand and lurk,
you're just a misplaced quirk,
annoyance throughout my day,
my vehemence barely stays at bay,
and all I can think to say,
is that...

*You can go **** yourself.