Stuff
Inanimate objects are not out to get me,
A corner, a cabinet, a clock.
They do not jump out and they do not play games,
But they certainly bug me a lot.
I have learned to stay silent and not to react,
I continue my chores as I ought.
Still, those quaint little pieces fake mischief,
And, “Damn you!” still flings from my thoughts.
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