To whom do I complain?
You give me a pain.
It might rain.
If I complain about the weather you say pull yourself together.
What about my missing sock?
My broken alarm clock?
You need a seismic shock.
I am not a pair of curtains, that’s for certain.
Do the caring professions care?
About their wallets and fresh air.
Do you favour free speech?
Is compassion beyond your reach?
Adam thought Eve was a peach.
Children are charming when they’re young.
Some are brats, I bite my tongue.
Is complaining any use?
Do not kill the golden goose.
I live in coffee bars, under the stars.
The God of war is called Mars.
Mars is a planet, so is Earth.
I end my poem for what its worth.
31st October, 2018