Creative Complaints
Bright blank computer screen
Empty, used-up head
Vacated for vacation
Should be tucked in bed
Full, bloated belly
Too much Italian for me
Need room for dessert
Wasn’t meant to be
Not jet lag but van lag
One hundred forty-six miles
A measly two-hour meeting
Rather count ceiling tiles
Itchy t-neck sweater
Makes me look like a tent
Too pretty to trash it
Giver may wonder where it went
Contacts stuck to eyeballs
Need to use some drops
Wishing to afford Lasik
Then I’d make all the stops
Throat dry as a desert
Water only six steps away
Breath smells like garlic
Toothbrush in travel bag today
Love everybody with my big heart
Love them down to my soles
Wish I could give some more
Like a job or nice new Rolls
Time to call it a night
Ready to relax and de-stress
Try to let it go without a fight
I’m uninspired, I confess
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