re*butt*all
Some people see darkness where others see light and vice versa.
This is a poem in which I complain about people who complain.
Ah. The irony.
re*butt*all
by susan © 2024
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i’m glad i live in almonte
there’s so much here to do
it doesn’t matter if you’re old
or totally brand new
the town is cute and quaint, you see
it really is terrific
don’t listen to the folks who say
“hey! this or that’s horrific!”
we have music, arts and plays,
cycling, parks and rivers
shops and food and other stuff
get out there and just give ‘er!
our council works both long and hard
still, citizens complain
“the traffic’s bad, and i’m so sad,
and they should stop the rain!”
some folks think it’s a right to bitch,
they want to have their say,
because of taxes municipal
we all are forced to pay
“the flowers suck, the roads are fucked
the whole damn thing’s a mess
get off your butts, do something NOW
we need a full-court press!”
i prefer to be constructive
and volunteer my time
or take a poke at those who whinge
with poetry that rhymes
is every little thing just right
and always to my liking?
oh no it’s not, of course it’s not
but that’s no cause for striking
i feel so lucky to be here
where abundance is on offer
i’m grateful for the things we have
unlike unhappy scoffers
even if the world were perfect
a bunch would find it faulty
they’d rant and rave from beyond the grave
their hellish voices salty
© 2024 Susan Macaulay. I invite you to share my poetry and posts widely, but please do not reprint, reblog or copy and paste them in their entirety without my permission. Thank you.
