Complaining Poem

I had not thought there were any more axes left to grind
then I opened a drawer in search of something – I forget what –
to be delighted by a bundle of gleaming grumbles smiling at me
as if they knew I was at something of a loose end and champing
at the bit as the saying goes You know I am only truly at one with
myself when I am filling in a form to register a complaint or hanging
on the telephone to harangue a customer service agent while
all the time wanting to bite someone’s head off and be done with it

 

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C. J. Driscoll

 

 

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