Complaining

The printer isn’t working.
The faucet has a drip.
I can’t decide what clothes to pack
Before my coming trip.

I ordered something but it seems
There is no record of it.
The restaurant was awful but
I used to always love it.

My sneakers got my feet all wet
And so my socks were dripping.
My magazines are piled so high,
One bump and they’ll be tipping.

It’s gray outside to match my mood
But there’s a point to raining;
If only blossoms bloomed
As a result of my complaining!