I curse the door I stub my toe on
I fill with rage when my car won’t start
I hate my ugly yellow lawn
And I don’t like that squeaky shopping cart
I regret setting my alarm to help me be on time
I detest doing difficult housework
And I sigh when I drop my wallet and lose a dime
Oh and the guy who cuts me off in line is a real jerk
Annoyance strikes me when the heater breaks
I’m still on hold with customer service and I’m not happy
I don’t like having to bake birthday cakes
Coworkers make me angry when they’re snappy
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Author:
Cheesencrackers (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I’m grateful to even have toes to stub. I’m grateful to have a car and a front lawn even though it’s dead. I’m lucky to even be able to go shopping, and that I’m able to earn money from a job. I’m thankful to have coins to lose and a heater. I’m grateful to be able to communicate with people who can help even if they take forever. I’m glad I have people that I can bake cakes for, and I’m grateful for my coworkers no matter how awful they can be. I’m trying to be grateful for misfortune.
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