Annoyance is like a virus
Once you have it there is no control
Every word, every sound
Like nails on a chalkboard
The voices are in different pitches
Do you hear the annoying sounds?
Preach your words and preach your slime
Mr. wannabe cat
Maybe then your yowls will cease to amaze me
Maybe then your nine lives will become zero
Just like your attention span to this poem
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