NEVER ENDING COMPLAINTS

Poetry describes as how complaints can ruin your happiness

"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.