Footsteps outside my bedroom door,
constantly stomping back and forth –
begging for me to come unglued,
and booby trap the hallway floor;
How many times must you go down the hall?
is there even a purpose at all? –
other than to annoy me until I eventually feel,
as if I want to climb the fucking walls.
Its only ever when I want to be alone,
that you suddenly feel the need to come –
like Vader, with your footing, so fucking loud,
to get all up on my nerve – the very last one.
Can’t you just sit the fuck down?
Like usual – and just lay around –
Its funny as hell how when my time is down,
You are suddenly compelled to stomp your fat ass around.