Irritation

I want to tell everyone to shut the hell up,
even folks who ain't talking.
I'm such a meanie.
Doesn't help that I feel like puking.
Gotta good lunch, but a bad attitude.
Why is the scarecrow blessed with beautiful grey eyes?
And why is he using them to peer into my soul?
I hate his hair, but I wonder if he has a girl.
Man, go away.
I still wanna hurl.
Well I don't wanna do it,
but I feel like I should.
Something ugly approacheth. Must be what it is...
the whole barf effect.
I can't stop yawning.
I'm yawning to keep from puking...
or something.
Shit. 15 minutes left.
Guess I could always play with myself.