I know him fairly well by now,
i know this mister perfect well enough,
he angers me more maddeningly, than the heavy suburban rain;
a thorny stickler who believes he is always right;
he however has, the laziest soul i know,
a basking idealist, pursuing selfish ends,
perhaps i'm being too harsh;
but i am empowered to think not.
his very appearance is my blackest annoyance,
i am dissatisfied with his pathetic soul,
i struggle to hide a golden irritation.
a conifer with hands like shovels, could, through work, easily eclipse him.
my brown eyes behold a pratting failure,
a man who nitpicks for his country.
though the abundance of time
will serve my unhappy memory of him well.
A contest entry
- Frustration by Polaja.
1200 points, ended November 13, 2008, 40 entries
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Comments
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The first 'i' is capitalised, but nothing afterwards is, was that intentional? I loved the 'basking idealist'
... this is a great expression of feelings - and I feel that I know many of these types of people myself 
... the contrast between black annoyance and golden irritation was another stand-out part for me - well done, this is a great take on frustration!
Thank you for entering
Polly
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