Venting off my steaming wrath
Letting out my pent-up stress
Blowing tops and lifting lids
I feel my way to calm redress
It’s not that I’m a grumpy sod
Whingeing at the slightest point
Though it gets me down intensely
When my nose is out of joint
The human can get low down
When others lack simplicity
Who fail to see the understandable
As plain as crows high up the tree
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