Are things like burnt toast
And peanut butter without jelly
to fill my belly
Teens that are rude
Or even crude
Kids that don't mind
Who need a swat on the behind
Clean laundry all over the floor
Makes me refuse to do more
Dirty dishes all over the house
Enough to attract a mouse
People that turn you into a spy
Cause all they know how to do is lie
They turn you into a sleuth
Just to find the truth
I could go on and on you see
of things that irk me
But you probably don't have all day
To hear what I have to say
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