I have a complaint! <br />After we first did aquaint <br />I thought you might be my patron saint <br />then found out you ain't <br /> <br />I showed constraint <br />as your voice grew so feint <br />when our friendship you did taint <br />then in a corner, yourself you did paint <br />and subsequently pretended to faint <br /> <br />No use in trying to repaint <br />your excuses so hollow and quaint <br />the lies you embelish and impaint <br />so I'll draw you a note in red fingerpaint <br />'I think its best we disaquaint' <br /> <br /> <br />© James T. Adair<br /><br />JAMES T. ADAIR<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-have-a-complaint/
