WHINING
Today, I am in a feral snit
I am not good, nor am I fit
I am in a grumpy state of mind
I am sore and should be left behind
I don't like my nose
I don't like my toes
I seethe at jokes
Or corny blokes
I hate my coarse and wrinkly hands
Even simple people I cannot stand
I pretty quibble and I am petty
And I hate meatballs in my spaghetti
I am so crappy and so disinterested
My thoughts are trifle. I can't stand corrected.
I am all so trivial and all so whiny
My vision is all so narrow and all so tiny
I am not the one you know so well
I just want to carp and grouse and yell
I don't think I want what I feel and see
So hit me hard and don't let me be.
