Monday, April 4, 2022

All Those Complaints


All Those Complaints
By Lord R.e. Taylor

Complain, complain, complain
It’s all you ever do
Twenty-four hours a day
Seven days a week
A little about this
A little about that
A whole lot of the other thing
It just never stops
I am usually the brunt of it
But I have to accept it
It is just who she is
And she isn’t going to change

© Poem – IV/IV/MMXXII
LRET


 

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