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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... 
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