People annoy me.
They get on my nerves.
Some would call me a grouch,
A name I doubtless deserve.
But for all that I'm no nearer to enjoying
The chatter, the clutter, the bustle and jostle,
The odours pungent and the scents sweet and cloying
That come with negotiating
One's way through a crowd
Of swarming humans
Boisterous and sweaty and loud.
No. I'm not what you'd call
A person for people,
I'd much rather fly free
Like a noble lone eagle.
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