They come and try to bring you down
They hurt and annoy with every sound
If they could only see
That it's just plain dumb
I would rather you suck your thumb
So stop
And spare us of this horrid nois
You're like a ravage pack of filthy little boys
Of course we all have our times
But you, my god, you whine in rhymes!
You complain about this
You complain about that
Your as foul as a rotting rat
Sean Miller
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/whiners/
