Ode To Complains

I am sick I am tired I’m as bored as can be. My nose is so runny it could win a mile race. My eyes are so watery I’m going to need floodgates. My back is aching I must be getting old. This room is damp and so very, very cold. My mom is calling too bad I can’t receive it My phones too busy suffocating in Mrs. Johnson’s freeze-it. My homework is piling way up to the sky, Hopefully GOD will do it, and get it back to me before nine. The chair I am sitting on is made out of granite rock. This underwear is itchy, too bad I have many in stock. My butt is oh so sore because of this old chair My mega-hideous teacher is dressed up like a bear. (or is that just her hair?) haha All my friends are bugging about some stupid dress, My chem. teacher’s equations look like a scrambled mess. Speaking of scrambled, have I told you that I’m starving? I haven’t had a good meal since my dad bought a Ferrari. And also by the way, I really, really must say talking to you has been a pain why must you complain all day?