People Annoy Me. Poem by Neil Gray

People annoy me.

I'd rather spend time
by myself.

Don't get me wrong
I've met a few decent ones
who I
trawel the bars
and clubs with.

Friends who I wear
with a sense of pride.

But on the whole
people annoy me.

Their snide
two-faced
bitchy
little
toe-rags

who are,
quite frankly,
about as much fun
to have around
as a dose
of
crabs.

Maybe it's me?

I expect
a certain level
of decency
in a person.

I expect to
be able to
turn my back
without finding
a knife
sticking out
of it.

But it seems
to be happening
less and less
with each passing
day.

Some blame
the World we
live in.

Say it's because
society's more cut-throat
than ever.

But that's just horse-shit.

The fact is that
the human race
has evolved into
something that
appears to have
been cross-bred
with vultures.

(Though I think
that's a tad harsh
on the vultures.
Even they
have standards.)

And as time
stretches out before us
it gets
more and more vicious.

So I think I'll
just stay
in my bunker
as mankind
carry's on
without me

arguing
and sniping
amongest itself

happy in the knowledge
that when the dust
finally settles

I'll probally be

the only one

left

standing.