People


There are people, who are politely horrible,
To me their high on the ground or
Low in the sky.
People are stuck moving their lips breathing but not,
They have to speak everything
And just won't stop.
Strings of verbal vomit flying away
Sweet but sour,
Especially when they sneeze and stay.
"Excuse me." They might say
"Go home and take a shower!" I would reply
But they don't,
they deny,
The horribly polite people are here to stray...

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