I have a pet peeve: I hate a certain tone of voice
the complaining, strict, angry, loud tone by which
the speaker indicates they are dissatisfied with
whatever the world presents them with – and when
some people use this accusing tone to convey
good news, the message is lost in the stomach-
curdling fear experienced on hearing their summons
brooking no interference or refusal to comply – why
would people derive joy from hearing themselves
whining every day instead of expressing the joy
they must undoubtedly feel on living in this earthly
paradise, especially since we all know the snakes
that terrorise us so, are only figments of our own
imagination, and this world is an illusion open to
creative input and refutation; we all know the only
thing to fear is fear itself, and the only thing to be
dissatisfied about -
is dissatisfaction!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem