Complaints Poem by Nassy Fesharaki
Complaints
Complaints
Nasty and nippy air smothers
Joints, muscles, trouble
And nag and constantly complain
From work, from walk and the pain!
Stand as commander for soldiers;
Angry, stubborn, shout at them:
"All of you go to hell! "
Later and with reason, explain:
"Alive means walking tall with pride;
Better laid in grave than ask, beg
I shall not die in bed! "
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