Imagine if frustration
Was a person
A little weeny
A little puny
With big ears
& ear pulling fears
Went with you
Everywhere too.
How would life be?
Come lets see..
You wake up to find
Empty cigarette pack lying
And the little freak
Begins to shriek
You whack him hard.
The lump of lard.
And he cowers away.
To give satisfaction way.
Your boss yells
More than he smells
And today it’s at you
Your face turns blue
And the little rat
smiles like a cat
And you pull ears.
Till he tears.
And he cowers away.
To give satisfaction way.
You reach home at last.
But you are aghast
For you are discovering
That all your belongings
Are lying in peace
On the grimy street
Because your girl friend
Whose life you want to end
Has thrown you out, the dink
And painted the house pink
And the little swine
Smirks like a slime
And screams your will
Its time to kill
You reach out again
But completely in vain
‘Cos you get hit
scratched and bit
By aunty satisfaction
‘cos she is taking action
to open your blind eyes
and to realize
That without frustration
There is no meaning to satisfaction
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
..in a new style composed.......fine......10