I get angry, when I sneeze,
and when I lose my keys,
for such a thing, does irk me so,
as I\'ll have, nowhere to go!
I’m irritated, when I cough,
for my switch; is then; turned off,
I have too many; things to do,
please; no blockade, phlegm tissue!
I’m in a rut, when I hiccup,
such a stalling; rude stick up,
again, I have to make a pause,
that hinders my stout worthy cause!
I am livid, biting tongue,
is thinking hard, so very wrong?
If it isn’t, leave me be,
as I need to stay, with me!
I hate it, when my ears do pop,
it truly stirs an aural slop,
for silence, birds and sense I love,
hence, stop it, with this bio-shove!
A pox; on times, I have a cramp,
my step; delayed; no longer champ,
the road’s already, a hard biz,
so; no more; my calf and fizz!
I’m really mad, stubbing toe,
such clumsy pain, shunts my flow,
of getting tasks; complete in here,
a lack of purpose, is my fear!
I’m catatonic, when I fall down,
to meet the failure, on the ground,
where my soul; cries: “I am dead”,
coz’ my effort\'s, never led!