Complaining, a poem that I wrote in March of 2009

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Complaining

Whine, whine, whine.
All the day long like stale wine.

 

 

Complaining, because of this, complaining because of that...
Whine, whine, whine...did you hear the rattle's of the rat's?

 

Whine, whine, whine...
Who said I did not need a strong glass of wine?

 

Complain, complain.
It is such a pain.

I think I should grab a strong glass of wine...
The whine, oh the whine...
soon all will be fine.

As a glass, I did pass.
Turning instead to the bottle at last.

Drinking to drown out the sound.
The sound that so makes my head to pound.

Whine, whine, whine.
A glass of wine. Would be fine.

But if by the glass I must embibe...
then remember to refill with each jibe

Complain, complain.
There is nothing to gain.

Soon the crystal glass will fill with whiskey.
For the mind will have been driven out of me...

 

Whine, whine, whine.
Now a glass of wine,
It would be just so fine.

But a stronger drink would better do.
A glass of whiskey, will ever be take in rue.

 

The whine it will soon be lost is true.
Drowning your complaining sorrow's will soon complete the rue.

 

Complain, complain, complain.
All the day what do I hear? A whine, a complain.
What do you wish to gain?

Soon you'll drive me to drinking once again.
If only to rid the constant strain.

 

Strong drink it is for the dying is true.
And this you should know, your whining is taking the life from me.
Whine is a mocker, but so are you.

 

Please the whine, the whine...
Could you replace it with a good bottle of wine?

Perhaps a strong drink?
Would this help? Do you think?

 

Please take the whine away.
Complaining is trying me insane, this day...