When things go wrong I like to whine. Complaining’s free and feels so fine. So when I do find fault, It’s moaning I exalt. Sip vinegar instead of wine.
Shaking the grains of salt like rain over my fries I bite into a burger of my free order and find a sizzling fly You may laugh but it’s a little rough when dandruff is white icing on a blueberry pie A free meal is a risky deal and I tell you no lie once I found there a metre hair I choke and nearly die I pull up to the counter complain to the waiter who couldn’t give a jack just a dingy diner at the mall with free meals and worse of all you can’t ask for money back
We kept complaining, Of how much work was remaining. We do it to be obtaining, Thinking we will one day be attaining... Your Bliss!!! Oh Swami Bapa we have done no such work, To be of your worth, Yet you Smile, And hold our hand to the last mile.... ...............................................................
Sometimes it’s hard to end a day, of heavy work, for little pay, then go to sleep, not much to say, and dream of nothing, as I lay, but work, work, work…
So I’m daft? Just because I blast music to escape The complaining household I’m in And this planet that appears to be Ever so loud and uncaring Yet they apologise As if it'll solve world hunger
I’m daft becuase my cat like ears Hear all the groans and sighs Hearing all the kids in class scream And you two talking about me Under your wasted breath
I’m daft because I prefer to be Alone in my room where I’m safe And away from you both
So I’m daft Just cos I barely eat meat And prefer to read rock magazines Than old books and girly magazines
I'm daft because I prefer to sleep in a bunk bed With no one sleeping on the top bunk Because I'm daft! I'm daft, that's why!
Inspired by something my mum called me while I nearly walked off without her.
i sit across a redwood familiar strangers who hear themselves asking how i am but never hear me answering i sit behind a redwood tip tapping feet in the shadow they want to tip tap on out i sit beside redwoods others with their own familiar strangers who hear themselves asking how they are but never hear them answering strange how we bond over the fact that no one is bonding happy thanksgiving to my unfamiliar kin here’s to another year of never being thankful until we feel guilty about it.
the day after thanksgiving and no one is really thankful anymore. my mother likes to complain, and i suppose i do too.
I urgently need some sleep And from my everyday sins I will keep It's better to live in the world of fantasy than in this fake world of love scarcity I just hope that I will survive with these dreams Because in my dreams I always screams Nightmares attack me from left and right but my guts tells me it's gonna be alright Demons inside grow bigger and bigger Attack my soul and my mind become weaker and it's a looser Makes me angry and I wanna pull a trigger Demons derive my spirit And my soul is immersed in a bursting liquid as I call It My flesh is weak and sins are conceived give birth to death and my blessings, I won't receive I left with nobody and I'm wholly vulnerable It's only in my dreams where I'm untouchable So don't blame me if I want to escape from reality I can't keep holding on, I want mobility I've been caring too much weight on my shoulder mean while I'm very young to live like a soldier But I learned that prayer is the only weapon to defeat this weakest pawn that makes Me sin and my angels fall But since I've been calling "Jesus" "Jesus" now I'm tall
