Complain; That's just insane

In today's world, most people have honed complaining to art form.

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Complain . . .
That’s just insane

I woke up just before dawn
As light slowly descended,
Swallowing the dark,
Inside I did groan;
Part of me even moaned.

The sky was wearing a white shroud,
Covered as it was in thick white clouds.
But . . . 

Complain . . .
That is just insane.

Two weeks ago now,
In Buffalo, New York,
It was raining,
Earlier in the day
Six inches of snow
The weather man did say,
Before the residents
Retired to their beds

Complain . . .
That’s just insane.

They rose the next morning,
And without warning,
Or missing a beat,
Six inches of snow became
Five feet.

By the time it was over though,
Buffalo was covered
In Seven feet of snow.
Oh no!
And howling winds did blow.

Complain . . .
That’s just insane.

And then came the rain,
And floods,
And all that mud.

Complain . . .
That's just insane.