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Year 2: Day 16 – Everyone Always Complains

Everyone always complains.
It really bums me out.

A woman on a mountain,
a man in the street,
kids at their desks,
and wolves
have got nothing good to say.

I wake up to a world where the ground is littered
with dropped microphones,
still plugged into a deafening roar
of static.

I pull on my shoes and grab mine,
whisper some mumblings
at the end of the block,
leave my dot in the huddled masses
of important things said.

And when everyone comes back
to claim their mics at the end of the day,
they’re all complaining
about the hassle to bring them home.

I think of this every day
and why do we bother.

 

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2 thoughts on “Year 2: Day 16 – Everyone Always Complains

  1. I wake up to a world where the ground is littered
    with dropped microphones,
    still plugged into a deafening roar
    of static.

    Excellent verse! I enjoyed the whole poem, but this was my favorite line.

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