A fish? A stick? A keyboard? When did you even need these?
Nag, Nag, Nag
Oh why do you keep nagging me?
You think that I can’t hear?
It’s grating, irritating me:
Your griping in my ear.
I’m well aware; I just don’t care.
But still you mope and pout:
“It’s been a year. It stinks in here.
Please take the garbage out.”
Author: Samuel Kent
I'm a dad who wants to share his labor of love with the world. I also happen to be an award-winning artist and poet.
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