Prompt Master Poems

The Most Annoying Thing

It taps, it hums, it almost stops,
Then starts again, just when it drops.
A sound, a thought, a nagging itch,
That never quite will flip the switch.

It’s loading bars at ninety-nine,
A ticking clock that’s off in time,
A phone that buzzes, just to say,
There’s nothing new to read today.

It’s someone chewing much too loud,
A song you hate that feels too proud,
A rhyme that strains to almost fit,
And makes you grind your teeth a bit.

It’s when you walk back in the room,
For something lost, forgotten, boom,
You stand there blank, your purpose gone,
The door still open, lights still on.

The most annoying thing of all?
It knows you see it. That’s its gall.
It lingers, smirks, and will not flee,
Because it thrives on bothering me.


 

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Prize Prompt: The thing that is the most annoying thing in a poem.