What’s your problem?
You started it
It was all you
You and your family!
Your son playing his music too loud
Your son throwing his butt ends into our garden
Your son having his xbox so loud that it felt like a warzone
Your son with his not so funny racist comments
Your partner phoning the council
Your partner for phoning Health and Safety
Your partner for phoning 101
What for?
We’ve done nothing wrong!
We have the report to prove it!
So get a grip!
Complaining doesn’t make things better!
How many times have I heard that?
So I’m going to complain about that old saw
‘Cos complaining jars me awake…
…activates my libido, rouses my sleeping lion
energizes me to resolve problems
that seemed overwhelming
mere moments ago
I’m so tired of the rain
‘Cause every day seems the same.
All gloomy and gray, no rainbows today
Just more soggy cold terrain.
I can’t wait to see the sun.
Surely soon the day will come…
Blue skies overhead so quickly will spread
‘Til they’re seen by everyone.
Now, every life has its rain, I know
When lightning strikes and cold winds will blow
But every day the rain just falls down
I think I’m going to drown....
Now every life has its darkened times
When the sun won’t ever seem to shine.
It’s been so long since I’ve seen the light
It just doesn’t seem right.
I’m so tired of the rain
I really hate to complain
But it seems today’s just like yesterday
And all of these clouds just won’t away
And if I cannot go outside today,
I’m sure I will go insane...
Because I’m so tired of the rain.
It takes more courage to eat before complaining
Than to protest and create a conflict before lunch
if you are at community soup kitchen
Where there are mostly sheep and many eyes
There may be a right time for everything
But there is never a right time for conflict
Even if it is easier than threading a needle
Or catching a fish
Completely complaining til the end pick up your fork fold the clothes always keeping busy making me very dizzy every time she throws a tizzy I have to run around and around just make sure I have the time down hurry up do this do that please just give me five seconds to rest my mind your spiraling tasks make me want to scream every 100 of them I can’t keep up piling up higher and higher til every to do is sky scraper man this tough but each and every day I take a deep breath and rember soon I’ll be on my own living a peaceful life and honestly I just can’t wait to escape your daily 500 tasks I’m tired bye peace out
The moon was full but now it's waning.
The sun is out yet it's steadily raining.
The devil's beating his wife but
she's not complaining.
Sorplaisitese was his name
he was moderatly poor
and happy. He had aweful luck
with woman. So he thought.
One day he meet one of his
former female freinds
and became wise
to plots against him.
He learned his family members
would corner his female freinds
and ask had he consamated there
relationship citing a faith that lead him
to beleive certain things.
This would
make spectical of him and cause
the woman to be whorish with him
and mean. Instead of being the
woman he needed due
to the meddling of strange and
unwanted questioning
it would cause strain in
there fragile condition.
Dumbfounded he absorded what
she said and made mention of
it to his father. Well his father
told him if ever this would happen again
he would try to help him
resolve the matter.
It’s easy to complain about
The things we cannot change
And those who don’t complain at all
I think are mighty strange.
Yet trying to improve our lot
Is often way too hard
So many just get stuck in gear,
The path to progress barred.
Not wanting to be viewed
As doing nothing, we maintain
That nothing really can be done
And therefore, we complain.
New York State voters just voted down
Same-day Voter Registration
leaving New York less progressive than
nineteen other states in our fair nation *
Universal Vote-by-Mail was also nixed
putting New York in a real pickle of a fix
Alas, now her ballot-box rules are not as up-to-date
as woke states like California, numbering eight **
Of course, no one dares say a peep about
the performance of P.C. Governor Kathy Hochul ***
She seems not to have taken the pulse
of her state's deplorable local yokels
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*Source: Ballotpedia.org
**Source: thinkcivics.com
***Pronounced 'Hokle'
Dear Karla,
I have a small confession. Forgive this pouring of my heart.
I cherish America, where we first met. The moment I clapped eyes on you, I knew you were going to be a false wife. Recently, I have began to regard you as much more than just a false wife.
My feelings for you intensified when I saw you dancing in the moonlight. With another guy I was further wowed by your tremendous daring dancing skills.
You have fingers like lonely carrots sprouting waving just above ground and the most amazing heart I've ever seen. When I look at you, I just want to caress those lonely carrot fingers and hug that amazing heart.
You're so special with your wild ways. The way you handle your tacky best friend shows great diligence and temperance. Oh, still you are yet lovely.
I know that to you I'm just a delightful partner but I think we could be happy together, complaining like two mild kittens.
Please, say you'll be mine
Karla!
All my love
Jamaz
8/11/20
written word by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020 ©
I tried to listen to her complaining
But I was too far from time remaining
Soon the train would be waiting
With time would be debating
Upon a cork that should be campaigning
November 22, 2019
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Yes, it is true!
Life is short my fellow human
But
It becomes even shorter
When
We waste much of valuable time
Complaining about it!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
05 March 2019
The beautiful Spring is here with barely time left remaining,
but mother nature has decided Spring is only good for raining.
The Summer is arriving and you won’t see me complaining,
this year I planted lilies and peonies I’ll be maintaining.
From my wonderful mother chartreuse hostas I’ll be obtaining
from the lovely garden in her yard; her nurture I’m gaining.
I shall nourish fresh veggies and continue great sustaining.
We’ve decided this year the old picnic table we’re staining,
and with our level and sand paper we will be surface paning
so that we may have family and friends over for entertaining.
In my Church I will be doing some Summer vocational training
to help the homeless and needy who are weak and waning.
Yes, it sounds like my Summer will be tiresome and draining…
but like I said before you won’t ever see me complaining.
May 22, 2018
The prime reason we're given this great life we're livin'
Is not to complain bout stuff... that can't be forgiven
Be blessed we live here
Without daily fear
That some wacko will bomb us and to obscurity be driven
The printer isn’t working.
The faucet has a drip.
I can’t decide what clothes to pack
Before my coming trip.
I ordered something but it seems
There is no record of it.
The restaurant was awful but
I used to always love it.
My sneakers got my feet all wet
And so my socks were dripping.
My magazines are piled so high,
One bump and they’ll be tipping.
It’s gray outside to match my mood
But there’s a point to raining;
If only blossoms bloomed
As a result of my complaining!
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