Poem no. 1511. No idea why I keep writing these and submitting them. But eh, here's another one inspired in recent days and weeks by noticing folk online and offline whinging and bloody whining. I sit in a class at college with young adolescents constantly moaning. "Oh, I don't want to do this", "I hate this subject." and so on. You weren't forced to take this course idiots. Fuck if a degree was easy they'd be throwing them out like leftover pancakes. I mean yes, I complain and grumble. However, when you notice it as a near constant every single day from others it does start to grate a bit. Sometimes I think to myself, "Please shut the fuck up. Quit moping that life is shit, that you don't like this or that. Shut up, and get on with it." And that's something I say to myself when even I am whinging about whatever.  Anyways, this was a longer descriptive piece behind the poem than usual. Yup, I'm an old git complaining about complaining. A complainception as it were.