Frustration

Date: 10.08.2008
Time: 10:05 p.m.

There are days when living just one dull hour
Makes you wish you could take a month off and devour
All the philosophies you wished to base your life on
And pore over volumes and tomes in preparation
Days like these stay stuck like sticky chewing gum
Lodged stubbornly at the bottom of your shoe
You try to scrape it off at a stony step
And end up missing the surest footing instead.
A passing car might also honk angrily at you
While you’re bending by the pavement struggling with your shoe
Your hips wiggle unceremoniously as you shift
With your body being made to wait for another lift
All for the sake of something spat out by someone else
In all probability, a person you’ve never met
So you simply shake it off with a careless walk
Hoping inside however, that no one talks.
Returning to the matter of those days
When the only alternative to work is to laze
A rather appalling situation as it is
For even the bubbles in your drink have lost their fizz
What can you do but lose yourself in a good book
The kind your friends and neighbours say you certainly should
Ones with inspiring stories of the ordinary man
And the miracles of a clever tool or a battering ram.
A genius like you should have no trouble whatsoever
When it comes to judging a good book by its cover
We all know that appearances do matter
And those who don’t are definitely mad as a hatter
To think that they have the audacity to get by
With nothing at all but what doesn’t meet the eye,
It is blasphemous, the way they’re always happy
Even if they’re changing a baby’s nappy!
Which is why I say you shouldn’t let it pass
Without a snide comment or a rude remark
About the way these recalcitrant people conduct themselves
When you’re pining there ruefully all by yourself
Good humour has no place in this hallowed land
A fool is he or she who doesn’t take this stand!
It is only with the wagging of a tongue
That planning flatterers move up to that coveted rung.

End: 10:40 p.m.