I hate people

No I loathe them

Especially when they are in cars

They do not look

Do not use their blinkers

Run through red lights like they don’t exist

I cannot tolerate people

In shopping carts

Blocking the aisles

digging for pennies

In the bottom of their purses

With twenty people moaning behind them

I abhor people

Screaming children

Who pound at the floor

And beg for choclate

Parents ignore the beast when it pulls

It’s tiny sister’s hair

And the inevitable screaming

and yelling that follows

from parent, sister and beast

I hate people

smelly, unkempt,

Always on their phones

Pushing themselves

Through crowds of others

I hate people

Always eating, whining, bitching

Complaining.

I hate them all

Riddled with ridicule

Jarring in judgement

Falling, farting, fermenting

I hate people

 

Present company excluded