let me count the ways
shall I brood about the fact
that my mother bought me brand new pens, the kinds I really wanted
and soft pyjamas with fun patterns
but my sister tried out a drone
I had wanted to be the first to launch-
oh the crushing disappointment
or shall I make it a point
not to enjoy my shopping
knowing I have homework yet to complete
and even if I complete it
won't there be another batch the next day
so it will never end.
let me not think about the chocolate chip cookies my mum bought me or that she took a cab there because of my whining instead I'll think about how when i.get back I won't get to watch a movie
I'll just dream up more things to whine about
there's such a treasure of things to whine about
and then I need never be happy again
happiness flits on my like a butterfly resting on a flower
and then I can go back to t
my equilibrium my centre
my unhappiness
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