Irritation is gradual
It builds and builds and builds
It’ll fill you up right to the brim
Until the excess spills
Once started, twice wary, and thrice seems too strange
Even more’s excessive for god’s sakes!
To chuckle, to sigh, to shake with rage
Are the signs that show when temper breaks
To say that I’m sure I can’t take any more
Is a sure sign fate has conspired
To bring into play the annoyances in my way
To bring around some dumb farce it desired
That’s enough! I quit! I’m so sick of it!
The way annoyances line up, one by one
With impeccable timing, so no one’s to blame
F*** this, seriously, I’m done.
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