In Search of Found Annoyance

Irks and smirks and quirks and shirks,
all that call the home
a place of pestilential gore 
and parasitic knees.

Need the better ask and worse
that's the parrot docks
where unloading can't decode
dirty blurry smocks.

No the impulse to write blood
must be a mistake
as with idioms and trite
tripe in slurry broth.

Calisthenic cavalry 
most misshapen murk
when the lenses cannot spree
nor will shopping lurk.

All the rhythms that are worn
are a feeling come
cans and opens and their lids
add up empty sums.