Frustration Felon

Who cares what you were thinking,
Do I care what you thought?
I don’t get paid to listen,
And you don’t get paid to talk.
Shut up about your issues,
I told you I don’t care.
Why is it that wherever I go,
You’re always tangled in my hair?
Get out of my face, you pathetic fuck!
I’ll tell you what I wish to do
I wish to bust you up.
Because I’m sick of wrestling you,
You’re a distraction and a pain
You’re driving me insane
Why can’t you see the picture
My disgust couldn’t be more plain
There’s only one solution to this problem:
There’s but one thing left to do
I’ll look the other way
but first, I'm going to destroy you.