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When people interfere and moan.
Is it because they feel alone?
Or boredom’s there with nothing to do.
So they think they’ll pick on you.
What goes round inside their head?
Can’t they laugh and joke instead.
When a dog barks, it’s off to the pound.
A lot of deaf people would love that sound.
If a tree is in their way,
“Hold on a minute, that can’t stay”
Don’t smack children, that’s a sin.
Let kids go wild and make a din.
Teachers have no rights at all.
Let all the students have a ball.
People smoke and that’s their right,
But keep the smoking out of sight.
Don’t dare argue, just obey.
So all the whingers have their way.
Destroy the bush for a passing lane,
So a few minutes they can gain.
What poisonous fumes? you have to be joking.
Anything’s better than people smoking.
Don’t do this and don’t do that,
Now we’ll moan about the cat.
We want a rule so they don’t roam.
Put them in a cage at home.
They just don’t whinge, they want to teach.
Don’t take that dog upon our beach.
Upon that beach we take our rod.
Then moan all day and think they’re God.
Dogs soil the path, they should be dead.
We’ll tread on broken glass instead.
If overweight, then just get thin.
Don’t care about the soul within.
Butter, sugar milk and bread.
Find something else to eat instead.
Sugar, salt and chocolate too,
None of this is good for you.
If the jar is pretty, we never hide,
Just think for once what it holds inside.
The stereo now don’t have loud.
That can never be allowed.
They’ll come up with some solution.
Now it’s called noise pollution.
People in gaol, haven’t been very good,
So in their past, they’ve been misunderstood.
The families they’ve crossed, have just had enough.
The do gooders say “we don’t give a stuff.
When we work, we’re such a mess.
They invent a name and call it stress.
So now we have another perk.
We’ll stop at home and never work.
Off to a counsellor we can run.
Who seem to pop up one by one.
We all need one, oh! yes of course.
especially when there is divorce.
so to you whingers one and all,
You drive me up the bloody wall.
Get a life, and then refrain,
From being such a bloody pain.