A poem telling all my friends what I hate to see them do.
Confusing and nauseating
Annoying and stinking
It’s not tea without thunderous sips?
Not a meal without finger licking?
Your loud perfumes and phones on speakerphone
Maintain a distance with your skunky breath
Cut the bad habits, people
Serve me without touching my food
Don’t stare while I munch
My head throbs
Stomach turns
As you continue to do me no good
By continuing the infringing
Please cut the bad habits, people
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