Annoyance is:

Talking with my friend,

face turning red.

Red like a clown's nose.

Makes sense, it's their shade.

Makes me a bit irritated.

A blathering drone,

their opinion is wrong.

So far off baritone,

you know what, I’ll just play along.

Annoyance is:

The taste of banana.

An awful and sour aftertaste,

be quiet Dianna.

I absolutely despise you.

If I see you in the road? Floor it.

Because your voice so shrill,

and you smell horrid.

It's all in good will.

Annoyance is:

Looking at the shape of your face.

Better stop expressing your dissent.

This I will be enjoying,

when I shove that expression in cement.

You make me want to hit you,

“Don't do that, it's rude!”

I'm done with your opinion.

I feel my blood boil.

Annoyance is:

When I raise my fist,

to raze a gaze.

In the midst I hesitate,

and you await fate.

The mist clears,

not today.

Friendship is: