These things we hate

I hate uncomfortable clothes
Heels and tops off the shoulders
Trousers that bite my hairy legs
Clothes I have to adjust each second.
Another is the sound of grinding machines
They grudge against the floor and my peace
They speak of chaos, they speak of wars
They make my heart riot
Noise is a problem, hands on my shoulder is another
The idea of an old man that still can’t walk is another, Nigeria
I hate hate, it’s too strong.

LARDO