The Things That Which I Loathe is Littered Within

May this cursed collection forever retain these wretched things.
These foul amalgamations, least wanted of my thoughts.
This horrid trough of my mind’s annihilation is most unworthy.
Warning: this content has not been through psychiatric evaluation.

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I share these burdens not in vain,
These loathsome things must be known.
Through sharp discourse galvanized with pointed emphasis
Their foul creations shall be exposed so all may see, and…
The whole family can enjoy this knowledge for free

This Thing That Which I Loathe is a Bird

Birds, always, in all ways, will be worthy of worst.
Opinions may vary, they have their advocates, pfft!
But they keep loiterin’ in the yard.
Who do they think they are, messin’ around here?

I mean that literally

Bunch of good for nuthin’ loafers,
Do they not have somewhere else better to be?
They hop, squawk, and flap around like they do!
Dropping their ugly bullseye patterns wherever they choose.
Available for your viewing pleasure on a nearby mailbox.

This Thing That Which I Loathe is Losing the Keys

They’re not in here. or in there.
A U2 song blares in my head
I check the fridge, but why?
Time to check my pockets for the thirty-third time.

What was I looking for again?

That’s right! My keys!
They’re not in the couch.
Not on the roof or under the porch
Oh, here they are. In my hand.
Now what was I going to do again?

This thing in which I loathe is standing in a stagnant line.

The question is always why.
Why aren’t we moving?
Why am I even here?
Why Black Friday?

Oh, holiday decorations are 50% off.

No! I will not get out of line. Not now!
Only fifteen more shoppers until I’m free.
Twenty-five others tap their toes behind me.
Ah! A giant teddy bear. Just what I need for the yard.
No. NO! I’ll never shop again. The temptation is too hard.