pet peeves

Ø Homes that stink like an ocean of cat piss. Barf.

Ø City crews taking a 2 hr nap
on your parkway,
while they wait for a supervisor
(who is probably asleep somewhere else).
Not on my dime.

Ø Nosey, snoopy, meddling neighbors. myob.

Ø Mail that gets smashed & torn,
because there is too much to fit
in the mailbox. postal pride.

Ø Lazy pigs at the beach, who can’t walk
20 feet to the trash can,
& just leave a pile of filth
where they parked their fat oshiris all day.
gutter rot.

Ø The loud obnoxious cell phone user in the next booth, at your favorite eatery. Shut up.

Ø Parents who buy booze for their under age kids. Baka.

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p e t p e e v e s

+ Getting tired of the shovel after shovel
of team spain, the B.M. brains.
More proof that racial profiling
is target-generated,
not unjustly manufactured.
+ Freaks who call the wrong number,
but continue to call you,
over & over…especially late at night…
particularly from a prison in Alabama. Idiot.
+ Jerks that ask me which one
of my twins I like best.
Take your head out of your oshiri
before you talk to me again.
+ The mouthy know-it-all, who can’t help
blurting out an unwanted opinion,
& disrupts or destroys any conversation.
Shut Up.
+ The neighbor’s scruffy dog yapping
ALL NIGHT LONG.
+ The other neighbor’s roosters crowing
at 3 A.M.
+ The neighbors-in-foreclosure-who bailed,
leaving starving pets behind.

Hmmmm, despite all the annoying freak shows,

we’ve made it through another wacky week;

everyone is healthy & happy.

I can count my Blessings.

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