Frustrted

The cards aren’t doing me any favours;
giving me the right numbers
but the wrong suits. 
It wouldn’t be so bad
if they’d at least let me win
just once in a while. 

This game of solitaire’s
becoming quite a chore.

The music in the background
keeps playing the same old tune; 
wish someone would change the channel.
I keep punching at the buttons, 
every time I think I’ve turned it off
it starts all over again.

This song’s worn out its welcome
I can’t listen any more. 


Janet Reid
april 2005