feveryone

An angry poem.

Feveryone's a pain in my glass
And feveryone's a pain in my side
I want to push them all off a cliff
So they can all fall off and dine

Feveryone can go truck off
And they can all eat shoot
I want you all to shut the fork up
And suck a fat dock

They take my love for granted
Like it's as good as pennies
They don't think it's worth much
Because I give so readily

Well they're all fools
They must be rebars
Because I know I'm no tool
The bare minimum isn't hard

Why am I always nice,
When others act like blotches
I think I'm quite supportive,
But they fly off like finches

I know I'm not perfect,
But I try my damnedest
Why can't feveryone else try
I shouldn't have to insist

Author's Note

opinions welcome