I hate it when I am approached,
By anyone who tries to tell me...
I have unmatched sox on.
Or that my untied shoes,
Are on wrong...
And needing to be worn correctly.
Especially when I am late,
For a meeting I forgot.
There is always someone unsolicited,
With the giving of their opinion.
And willing to nitpick the details to critique!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem