Things that don't please
often have me on my knees
begging to stop
I like to make my self believe
that planet Earth turns slowly
But how can I?
Bustling streets
running feets
Slow it down, can we?
Why cut down a tree?
Either way, you'll pay a fee
we lived fine before, didn't we?
Bombing
shooting
suicides
oh my!
Why not give peace a try?
Feeding the beast isn't easy
when I'm always hungry
I start to feel queasy
I hate being starved
Little children know the rules, don't they?
It should be carved in their brain, if you ask me
Can't they see
I'm getting mad?
Even when I was a little lad
you can just ask my Dad
That mosquitoes cause me grief
And in bug spray, I have no belief
the little bugs latching on
endless Itching and scratching
So you see, I am rather modest
I love most things lest
I see one of the things that don't impress me
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My entry for the weekly poetry contest.