People Poem by Thomas Case

When people annoy me with their
constant complaining or their
non stop arguing, or even worse,
their illogical demands:
'For the last time, you can't buy
vodka with food stamps.' Or,
'There is no way a crow took the
rent money out of your hands and
flew off with it.'

What I do is close my eyes and
pretend they're squirrels chattering
in squirrel language.
Then they don't bother me so much.
I just want to reach out and pet them,
or give them a handful of nuts.
It's not hard; half of them look
like squirrels anyway.