Old People

Their rotting smiles
Bring tears to four year olds.
Their driving slows every mile
It makes me want to rip my hair out.
Their boring childhood stories
Bring me to a deep, dark sleep.
Their scary theories
Such as men on their roof or God in their room.
Their glassy eyeballs
Are hallow and spooky.
And all they do is staring at walls or at the television.
Old people may make me mad, but I still love them.