All My Complaints
My life is running flat
All day it has been raining
And death is at my doormat
My underpants need washing
My soul demands a cleanse
I'm not much good at joshing
I need to use the men's
My appetite is waning
I've lost my taste for joy
I'm getting good at complaining
I feel like Loki's toy
Contributors: | F, N, Karin. |
Poem finished: | 25th August 2003. |