Hello! My name is Miss Anne Throwpie
And people are always busy vexing me.
Humans say stupid things without end
It raises quite the cacophonous din,
And they have ugly faces, from what I've seen.
My usual day starts out rather banally
Kicking my neighbors cat down the alley.
For my neighbor is idiotic and fat
And really, who can abide that?
Plus he named the thing Sir Puffins McNalley.
I work in sales oriented telecommunications
(that's telemarketer for you idiots and laymen.)
I do most of my work during dinner
It may make my pocketbook thinner,
But the annoyance is my jubilation.
So now that we know each other better
Listen close, and heed my words to the letter.
Leave me and my house alone
And God, don't call my phone.
Or do... My aim keeps getting better. :)
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Misanthrope
Poetrymis·an·thrope ˈmis(ə)nˌTHrōp,ˈmiz(ə)n noun a person who dislikes humankind and avoids human society.