Everything Is a Whine
Everything is a Whine
Everything is a whine.
Drawn out in that annoying three-year-old-pleading way.
She should have outgrown this.
She is sixty-six years past three.
Why does she always whine? I wonder.
My friends do not like her.
If she is coming, count me out.
Everything is a complaint.
She is always annoyed, always stressed.
She seems to thrive on high drama.
And there is that constant whining.
I met her brother yesterday.
He makes her whining seem pleasant.
I wonder what their parents were like.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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