Everything's wrong,
Days are too long,
Sunshine's too hot,
Wind is too strong.
Clouds are too fluffy,
Grass is too green,
Ground is too dusty,
Sheets are too clean.
Stars are too twinkly,
Moon is too high,
Water's too drippy,
Sand is too dry.
Rocks are too heavy,
Feathers too light,
Kids are too noisy,
Shoes are too tight.
Folks are too happy,
Singin' their songs.
Why can't they see it?
Everything's wrong!
I think this poem is about a man who sees everything in a grumpy way.
The poem points out that mankind isn't happy with the state of things and finds faults but ironically it is the people who are at some fault or the other,
The robot voice is killing everything that makes this poem a poem. VOICE!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
my mood is grupy becuse he dus not wont to do enything becuse he is grupy.