My never-ending complaints
All of my perceptions wields the flag of destruction, My neighbors with the luxury home of perfection, So! Yes, I'll do a thousand and thousand objections, Because my life is running out of perfection Oh! I'm writing a book of complaints In a coliseum; I risk but fall to demote, So how did my friend gained a victory vote? I'm just driving on the road of erode, What an insane trek on which I rode, So, I'm writing a book of complaints I've just not seen the fire flame, But I did discern the fire extinguisher to tame, But instead becoming a hero in that game, Perhaps! The easier way to put the blame, Oh! Complaints are giving me such pain. My sight was on the riders of the golden train, with a weary sigh, oh! I return to the violet garden of my fain, But I realized, my unconcern ruined it all again, Too much rain was not but grumbled was my pain. Alas! This book of complaint.