UPDATE: This poem is metaphorical. I’m not referring to my actual grandparents.
An irritation of great proportions,
popping gum explodes, ringing in the ear.
Grandparents talking and great distortions,
the television I now cannot hear.
Making really stupid sounds from across the room,
children cry as mother slaps with a crack.
Wafting past the door, the smell of perfume,
and the wearer I am urged to attack.
An empty plate of crumbs on the counter,
the rage of anger almost boils over.
A slow driver I often encounter,
honking my horn, I’m enraged moreover.
People are so extremely annoying,
that my mind they are slowly destroying.
