I Curse Me Poem by Phil Soar

I curse the sky and curse the ground
I curse the world I live around
I curse the time I spend at shops
I curse those bloody coco pops
I curse the queues and endless wait
I curse the length they are of late
I curse the women in the rows
I curse their bloody awful clothes
I curse the limit of food we choose
I curse the daily virus news
I curse this lockdown every day
I curse the time that it might stay
But most of all I just curse me
For the anger and my hostility