The Complaint

Now, I just don't understand People who always complain Can't they keep it to themselves? Why can't they just refrain? It's simply never good enough It could always be a little better Sometimes they even write it down And put it in a letter People are just way to picky They always have to have it their way And If it's not to their liking They think they have to say "I wish you would have done it different" Or, "It doesn't look good over there" I mean, who do they think they are? Do they think we really care? Now, everyone's entitled to their opinion But maybe it's time to abstain I'm sorry this poem went on and on I really didn't mean to complain