Why Is Something Always Annoying Me?

February 8, 2017 — 1 Comment

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Why is there always something annoying me?

Someone. Anyone. Plucked like a weed

From the passing day.

 

Sitting in my large white empty attic,

Nothing but a bright bulb,

I am staring into nothing,

I know there are shadows,

Clinging to me.

 

And they come to tea

Uninvited

Fondling my fragile china cups,

Tedious tapping of a tea spoon

On a saucer.

 

Why oh why do you come to me

When I’m alone

And when you leave

I can expect a cup

Of Earl Grey Tea

With yet another one.

 

 

Picture from The Human Centipede

 

 

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