Feelings: Hate Doing Things Poem by Margaret Alice

There is nothing like a good book
to take your mind away when you are faced
with work and chores that you hate so much
you wish that you could die immediately
I went down to the library and got Terry Prachett’s
Reaper Man needing the soft touch of Death
a kind skeleton with an eye for suffering
to help me through the painful thing
of having to translate in order for my boss
to tell me how bad I was
doesn’t matter which alternative I choose
she will still take it all apart and rewrite
and point out how wrong my choices are
despite the fact that had I made a different one
she would have gone for yet another great
alternative, I hate it so much my mind
short-circuits and I have to fight with all
my might not to evaporate and turn into hatred
and self-pity, though I cannot always overcome
my reluctance to begin – only after changing
all the programs in my brain and mind
sometimes crying unto heaven, do I manage
to get around to doing what I have been
assigned to do – yet it always remains true:
I HATE doing things I really hate to do!