Mirror to the Fussing Ones: A Satiric Poem
Looking at you furniture, all fine wood
once used to be a tree, tall and strong
now only adding to your fussing mood
seeing everything as unfair and wrong.
Breathing your air all polluted and impure
and drinking that water that's full of crap
so how can you ever be positively sure
that living in a city is not another trap.
Food that you eat, all killed plant and flesh
kept in long freezing to lose much of its taste
and veggies, fruits from warehouses seldom fresh
with all your precious grocery money going to a waste.
Who is there for real, and who is to trust
in this world filled with injustice and crime
love turning into nothing else but a filthy lust
and friendships not worth anymore single dime.
So how can they expect from you to be more cheerful
with nothing really to inspire for joy and satisfaction
and so much to make you feel blah and fearful
which seems like the only realistic reaction.