DeAnthony Hartley

Irritation

oregonlive.com

I chose the bus because people on the bus are irritating

Click

 
   I was sitting on the bus. My face was becoming red from anger and irritation. Click, click, click the guy a couple seats away from me had been clicking his pen for ten minutes straight. In addition to the clicking it was a very hot summer day and I was on a crowded bus. The bus was so crowded that every time it would jerk to a stop someone would either fall into my lap or step on my shoes. Click, click, click the pen laughed at me. It knew I was helpless. Unable to go to the front of the bus because of how crowded it was. Just reaching for my iPod was a challenge. Relief swept over me as I realized my stop was about four blocks away. The pen saw the relief in my eyes and for the next four blocks made my life a living hell. The pen was a hot knife piercing me like butter. Its tip was poisoned with irritation.

rapgenius.com

The Sling

Lurking, stalking waiting for its moment to pounce.  Then when the time comes it attack with a ferociousness that has never been seen before. My sling eats my arm and my arm is not to be seen for weeks, months, even years.  Irritation growing because I'm unable to itch my arm when it itches, I'm unable to move my arm when i need to, I'm even unable to get dressed properly.  Irritation growing in me every time someone "accidentally" bumps into my arm.  Unable to stand it anymore I confront one of the people that "accidentally" bumped into my arm.  I want to punch him so I try to punch him using my left arm forgetting that its in the sling.  Sharp pain shoots through my arm.  Irritated and now frustrated I'm hit him in his lower jaw with my right hand knocking him out cold.  


This song should of had never been made.

Its irritating.  It makes your ears bleed