The Poem Of ComplaintEvery human being feels the shoulders from their eyes,Every person living reels in one perspective. A singular reaction to circumstances many, So don’t tell this poem you’re not seeing any. Every ape developed steps the walk beneath their ears, Every individual wades their arms in, instinctively A natural selection to the trials that befall, So don’t monkey us that it isn’t you at all. In the middle of complaining, I now vary up the rhyme, As I need to make my point clear Because we haven’t got the time. Here, Before your attention is spoiled, Being mid-lust Or unfocused, Too toiled, Hard boiled, I need to hold us desperately. I need to hold you. So there you are, You, Reading these words. These words Read them again! Do I have You, You and your attention? Good, I shall, Finally, Begin, With every human being. © 2003 Once and Future Poems |