I Get Angry, When I Sneeze

I get angry, when I sneeze,

and when I lose my keys,

for such a thing, does irk me so,

thus, the everyday’s, full of woe!

I’m irritated, when I cough,

for my switch; is then; turned off,

I have too many; things to do,

please; no intrusion, by 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 alone,

as I need to stay, in my zone!

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, hard as it is,

so; no more; my calf and fizz!

I’m really mad, stubbing toe,

such clumsy pain, ruins 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, has never led!