Anger Without Whining or Ranting.
well today I rolled
out of bed and
bumped my silly head
and couldn't find my right shoe
and had to tinkle
with just one left, house shoe
and I nearly shivered
myself to death
forgot to wipe and, felt a trickle
so now it feels like I am in a pickle
bent over to wash my hands
and found that screaming
at the water won't stop
the pain of the most
impending doom
Turn on the shower tap
found that cold water
can be foamy without
a bar of soap on hand
washed all the goods and bits
and found that you can dry
with just a hand towel just
use you imagination and
pretend your only five inches
off the ground
so now, its time to get dress
and act like a very big girl,
I guess
and then without any knowing
I could see the brightest of stars
I hit my own eye
with my own fat thumb
now it seem
that I am
my own
worst enemy,
after all
so...
out of bed and
bumped my silly head
and couldn't find my right shoe
and had to tinkle
with just one left, house shoe
and I nearly shivered
myself to death
forgot to wipe and, felt a trickle
so now it feels like I am in a pickle
bent over to wash my hands
and found that screaming
at the water won't stop
the pain of the most
impending doom
Turn on the shower tap
found that cold water
can be foamy without
a bar of soap on hand
washed all the goods and bits
and found that you can dry
with just a hand towel just
use you imagination and
pretend your only five inches
off the ground
so now, its time to get dress
and act like a very big girl,
I guess
and then without any knowing
I could see the brightest of stars
I hit my own eye
with my own fat thumb
now it seem
that I am
my own
worst enemy,
after all
so...
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