Best Disgruntled Poems

Here I stand on the front lawn for all gawking passersby to see;
A convenient spectacle on which neighborhood dogs choose to pee!
I try to keep my cool (so to speak) as people make sport of me,
With carrot nose, silly hat, arms formed from branches of...

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'Twas time once again to saddle up for the annual world tour,
Another flying trip around the earth that they must again endure!
"I'm a-gittin' too old fer this flyin' business!" declared Prancer!
"That fat old man is sure gittin' a burden to tote!" exclaimed Dancer!

"The old man...

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Is this thing on?
I've got something to say!
Is this thing on?
Probably no one is listening anyway!
We live in a place based on unity
Why are we having such disparity?
We can't represent without proper tools
Dissing each other is just plain cruel. 
I thought we were supposed to...

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As the guests arrive, I share a pew with myself.
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Should a pig ever get laryngitis
Well he wouldn’t be pleased in the least
For, not being able to talk to his friends
He would be such a disgruntled beast...

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There was once a recruit named Hubie Hunt,

   Who hoped to fly but was told "no" so blunt,

      "Sorry, you ain't qualified"

         So Hubie was certified

    ...

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In every weary word, there is a selfish storm,
Within a blinding blurred of a formless form…
Thoughts are lost amidst the negligent nights,
Tongues are tossed upon blasphemous bites.

Cloudy confusion arises from its sacrificial still,
As the able abeyant advises the wandering will…
The silence surrenders to the drowning...

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Did I not speak words of greatest import
While seeking your attention for the vote?
On my best behavior I surely did comport.

With unsavory characters I did not consort
Lest my reputation be found in the moat
Did I not speak words of greatest import?

I did my best to...

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Eight o’clock, Eight o’clock – Children, arise.
Out in the yard you can chase butterflies!

Nine o’clock, Nine o’clock – Children don’t dawdle!
You move like a duck who can’t even waddle.

Ten o’clock, Ten o’clock – Children it’s late!
Really, I haven’t all morning to wait.

Eleven o’clock – Kids,...

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(Or Please God, Let It Be November 7th)

Dear senators, congressmen
Please hear my plea.
Your phone calls and commercials
Mean nothing to me.

Your muck-raking and mud-slinging
Go from night until noon.
This election could never 
Be over too soon

Please understand, I've made my decision.
I don't need your e-mail or phone...

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This is written in defense of the contest sponsors who are being disrespected by a 'poet' who feels his entries were not judged fairly. In separate posts, he contested their judgement. They should never be publicly harassed by a poor sport.


Someone is disgruntled and quite...

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He comes to work in no such haste, 
And wishes he’s some other place; 
“Oh, I believe, ” he always say, 
“I’m overworked and underpaid! ”
Yet for every day that Heaven made, 
Still he shows up just the same.
After all, he needs the pay; 
The...

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The bus is late and it is starting to rain, 
when the bus arrives, you’ll be sure to complain.
The schedule said it would be there at eight,
once again you are running real late.
You dial Customer service on your cellular phone,
there is no answer and you’re...

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I am not inventing this disgruntled troll
Who writes nasty messages gloomy and droll
Seems unhappy with everything I prize
Glad I do not see things through her eyes

Nor do I believe everything is going to hell
If only things were her way, all would be well
Unfortunately her view...

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The Gods created music
so poets would not have to talk.
The dramatic or moody warblers
stood forth.
Now we had a sing-song mouth
for the scribes.

You’d think that both singers and writers
would be content to plaster the page and air
with these heaven-sent arts,
but
no,
poets sulked, grew sullen
their egos swollen to...

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