I have this pet peeve
That hangs out with me
Early on is when I found
It is fed by the crowd
When they're out and about
Doing as they please
That's when my pet peeve
Runs circles around me

Someone may randomly
Leave a shopping cart
For my pet peeve to spot
In the vast parking lot
Those that spew talk
With no thought when to stop
Or cover their mouths
When they start to cough

I can hear my pet peeve
Growl insistently
Awakening the
Killer instinct in me
And don't even try
To cut in line
You want to know why?
My pet peeve bites

And don’t even start out
At the counter to count your change
Unless you want to see
My pet peeve deranged
Just so you know
I often let go the leash
On the days that I have
My pet peeve with me