This poem is for all of us who have experienced deep, powerful angst directed at another human being because he or she caused us grave inconveniences in our daily lives.

I hate people, so do you,

I hate people, we all do.

I hate when they cut me off on the road,

and when they operate like they're on airplane mode.

Oh the rage I feel when someone bumps me in a store,

or when they make communication such a damn chore.

I dislike their tone, their voice, their touch,

I dislike crowds so very much.

I'm doing my job, working with food,

and so many of you are so terribly rude.

I'm doing my job, stuck in retail,

and some of you seriously just need to bail.

Keep this poem in mind as you go about life,

and take care to realize when you cause someone strife.

Think about these lines when you're about to blow up,

and when you're debating whether or not to show up.

We all have our days when nothing goes right,

We fall down the stairs, oh what a flight,

We accidentally dump our bag and no one steps up,

We're in the library and that one table just won't shut up.

Remember that cynical poem you once read,

When everything you see is painted red.

Think about this, our little joke,

The next time you want to see someone choke.