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I/'/ve been helping you because I hate to see a grown man beg.
But all you do is whine and complain.
I/'/m sick of it, you/'/re such a pain.
Your wife got sick of hearing you so she packed her bags and walked out the door.
She is luckier than me, she doesn/'/t have to put up with your big mouth anymore.
When I cook, you yell because your eggs are runny and your bacon is burned.
You don/'/t like how I make your bed and there is something that I/'/ve learned.
Even though I/'/m doing your chores for free, you can/'/t and won/'/t be satisfied.
When you threw your coffee in my face, I hit you and like a little girl, you cried.
When I took your clothes to the dry cleaner, they lost your favorite shirt.
You/'/re blaming me and I/'/m so fed up that I/'/ll turn savage and you/'/ll get hurt.
I wish you would get laryngitis because you/'/re so outspoken.
And if you had paid the loan shark on time, your limbs wouldn/'/t be broken. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 80 [topic] => 7 [informant] => randyjohnson [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => HumorPoetry ) Your Poetry Dot Com - I'm Tired of Your Damn Complaints


I'm Tired of Your Damn Complaints
Date: Tuesday, 16th April 2019 @ 02:12:39 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: randyjohnson
You asked for my help because you have a broken arm and leg.
I/'/ve been helping you because I hate to see a grown man beg.
But all you do is whine and complain.
I/'/m sick of it, you/'/re such a pain.
Your wife got sick of hearing you so she packed her bags and walked out the door.
She is luckier than me, she doesn/'/t have to put up with your big mouth anymore.
When I cook, you yell because your eggs are runny and your bacon is burned.
You don/'/t like how I make your bed and there is something that I/'/ve learned.
Even though I/'/m doing your chores for free, you can/'/t and won/'/t be satisfied.
When you threw your coffee in my face, I hit you and like a little girl, you cried.
When I took your clothes to the dry cleaner, they lost your favorite shirt.
You/'/re blaming me and I/'/m so fed up that I/'/ll turn savage and you/'/ll get hurt.
I wish you would get laryngitis because you/'/re so outspoken.
And if you had paid the loan shark on time, your limbs wouldn/'/t be broken.

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