Some, like nothing better than to complain
about allergies, sore backs, or slow lines.
They stress out over and over again
on anything from potholes to road signs.
They seem to think that the sun never shines.
I’m not a big fan of the bellyaching
from people who find fault with everything.
They remind me of the constant whining
of babies chewing on a teething ring,
when they’re not complaining, they’re reclining.
(Dizain)
03/22/2020
My knuckle busters peel
In an attempt to escape
Stuck in this life
Where the wall of prejudice erects an inertia
My dismal host so generous
The tongue of this hostage it evirates
Desires to brabble for help
Turns out a wish-wash wish
The teething ring in my mouth
Makes me a false of myself
And I can't refute this hell
To passers-by my expression seems hee
Now I hurl in my towel
Let go of my invincible hope
No rescue from this life
Doom, my hope has turned
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