BAD MOOD

BAD MOOD

A Poem by Phil Roberts

My mood is foul and I'm feeling vile
I curse anyone that I see smile
It's after noon and I can't wake yet
The rain has stopped but the air's still wet
The dog has dirtied what once was clean
I swear at the TV to vent my spleen
If it wasn't for anger I think I'd be dead
Best start again and go back to bed

      By Phil Roberts

© 2015 Phil Roberts


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Added on November 17, 2015
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Phil Roberts
Phil Roberts

macclesfield, north-west, United Kingdom



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I'm from the north-west of England where the rain lives. I am retired and a grandfather to many. I've led an "interesting" life, i suppose you could say, with lots of laughter and a few tears, like mo.. more..

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