Professional Complainers

They complain in the morning because their night was a fright They complain at noon because their school lunch was not right. They complain to everyone who enters their sight They complain and complain, long into the night. At first these complainers are rather entertaining They complain about their umbrellas, and the fact that it’s raining They complain about others, not ever refraining. But after a while, others run away from their constant complaining They complain about the traffic, and see others as bad. They complain about their children, whose lives must be sad. They complain about their parents, their mom more than their dad. They complain until they lose every almost-friend they ever had. They complain about their life, and the heat of the sun. They take away our energy, zap our strength, and sour our fun. They complain about their hot dog, and its tasteless bun. If you see one, get out of there, fast, on a dead run.