Pushing my buttons
You know what really grinds my gears,
annoys me, taunts and slowly steers
me down a path of pure frustration?
I’ll tell you, no exaggeration:
The thing that sets me off the rails
is cruel and, ugh, it never fails
to boil my blood, it drives me nuts
and makes me hate your freaking guts.
It always drives me up the wall,
must be the final straw of all
that makes me mad with scolding rage,
and blows the gasket off my gauge.
But if you still don’t get the gist:
What gets my knickers in a twist
is when you rant and rave and scoff
about something that pissed you off.