Yeah I'm angry Angry about the squeaky cry those timberland boots make Their sheer ignorance, like everything is about them Butting in during conversations, Dragging their rubber soles on the slippery tile, Interrupting the quiet peace of a moments thought Shut up! Shut up! I think, A squeak here, a squeak there, Ignoring the delight of everything pleasant It's almost like they're mocking me, Trying to show off how loud that they can squeak. They take annoyance to a new level, Just like a crying infant that has been separated from its mother. Their jagged bottoms look like teeth grinning at me, Resembling an untamed coyote trying to intimidate its prey. Just when the squeaking stops, it's starts again, Like a revving speed boat motor. My ears ring, My eyes cross, My head starts to ache. Shut up! Shut up! I think.