Pet Peeve Room
There are so many people in here but not enough room,
there is an empty trash can too, but no trash bags or a broom.
Someone put their coke cans in the sink
and now the small room begins to stink.
I hear an awful song in my head that appears to be stuck on repeat
and I'll be damned- someone just turned up the heat!
It's hot and humid and spiders are crawling up the wall
I do not like this room so much, I'm not fond of it at all.
There are bingo numbers never called and cake that's never made
As I come to realize this, my smile begins to fade.
Sitting next to a talkative Know-it-all
I get what I believe is a spam robo call-
All of this has happened before my day even begins,
I cannot help but wonder what fresh hell I'm in.