sometimes you hate people

sometimes you just hate people.

the way
they drive, or talk.

or need to get past you
at the store.

you dislike it when they're
loud
and obnoxious.
when they pretend to be what
they aren't.

when they preen or brag.
the way they constantly stare
into their phones.

or when they don't say a word.
not a polite bone
in their body.

no thank you.

there are times when you don't need
people.
you can live without them
quite easily

in splendid isolation.
but then are nights where you roll
over
and wish

for love.
but again that involves people,
doesn't it?