Poem -

CONSTANT COMPLAINING

 
Here was a man known for constant complaining 
His constant gripe that it's always raining 
Complains that the queues are really too long 
Never happy that plastic bags aren't too strong 

Here was a man known for constant complaining 
Would never consider him to be entertaining 
His complaints happen anytime of the day 
Heed my advice dear friend keep out of his way

Here was a man known for constant complaining 
Just listening to him is definitely draining 
I feel like saying to him will you give it a rest 
For complainers like him I most certainly detest

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The fish of the sea

XD, I feel like this is me all over! Although I keep my complaining in my head and poetry, perhaps where I make the mistake. If only we talk to others about our problems and face them head on can we solve them. I love your work Kieran, gets me everytime, such a diverse poet you are! Best wishes your friend Max

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