People with BO
Dogs, that bark too much
In the fast lane, moving slow
The sound, of a grinding clutch
Grocery cart squeaks
Those who can't decide
Driveway, oil leaks
Someone ate, the last slice of pie
Un-reset microwaves
Cat crap on my stoop
Children who misbehave
And parents, full of ****
But most of all, and foremost
It's always on my mind
Those who refuse to see
Even though, not blind
Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 10:42 AM UTC
People with BO
Dogs, that bark too much
In the fast lane, moving slow
The sound, of a grinding clutch
Grocery cart squeaks
Those who can't decide
Driveway, oil leaks
Someone ate, the last slice of pie
Un-reset microwaves
Cat crap on my stoop
Children who misbehave
And parents, full of ****
But most of all, and foremost
It's always on my mind
Those who refuse to see
Even though, not blind
They are out there in numbers, that are more than majority. :|
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