Today has dawned as one of those 
Days that makes me gripe
I sit up in bed thinking of all
The things that I don’t like 

It’s useless today to try and be
Tolerant and benign 
So here’s an unlovely ode to things 
That get on these nerves of mine 

I hate early mornings
And tepid cups of tea 
I abhor geckos on the wall 
Even if they’re nowhere near me 

I can’t stand milky coffee 
But I cringe when it’s too strong 
Too much sugar makes me gag 
Too little pulls me down 

I so hate the humidity 
And what it does to my hair 
Like an alien in residence 
Waving its million arms in the air

I deplore breaking with the 
Predictability of my grind 
First my latte, then some work 
Then some angst if you don’t mind 

But I also hate when twilight sets 
On my day off from routine 
From the clutches of mundania
Self imposed as that may be 

I can’t stomach margarine 
For what it does to my intestines
Anaphylactic shock and awe 
Are then wholly, soully mine 

I can’t stand the loud caws
Of aggressive city crows
Scavenging, ravaging their 
Insidious way indoors 

But I also dread the day my
Neighbourhood mynahs don’t come by
I don’t care that my avian favouritism
Is then guiltless and alive

On these days I also detest 
All our erstwhile politicians 
I wish they’d all go and drown 
In the tumultuous Indian Ocean 

The Arabian Sea just seems 
Like a seriously dubious route 
They’d go Gulf country visiting 
And come right back home to loot 

I hate that I hate my life 
When my hormones are awry 
When everything seems absurd 
A frickin’ painful enterprise 

Yup, It’s one of those days again 
When I’ve woken with a groan 
It’s going be 24 hours of 
Whinge and hate and moan