Bad Poem about Moving Day

The bags are packed,

Car fully loaded;

Moving sucks!

Duly noted.

Oops!

Moving sucks! But I'm finely finished...
And of course I was so overwhelmed that I forgot to post!
I promise I'll be creative again soon!

Done!

The boxes are in...
The unpacking begins...
I'm pooped!

RAGE!

RAGE IS NOW UPON US! I can't even form complete sentences!
I want this move to be over.
It was supposed to be one day!

Moving Sucks Part 5

The rage continues to build inside of me...
Why don't people do what they say they're going to?
Why do contractors lie about time, and then lie about lying?
Why did I ever think it would be a good idea to move?
Why did my new downstairs neighbor (who is obviosly going to be an issue) decied it was okay to walk into our apartment without asking?
I HATE moving!

Moving Sucks Part 4

I have spray paint in my eye...
IN MY EYE!
Moving sucks.
But staying sucks more...
So you've got to do!

Moving Sucks Part 3

Yesterday we helped an elderly couple move out of the place we're moving into;
Boxes of books.
Mounds of clothes.
Furniture covering every square inch.
We packed, carried and conquered!
I felt incredibly sad for the couple-
If it were my grandparents I pray someone would have done the same for them.
Now it's time for us to move our stuff-
It's going to be a long week!

Moving Sucks Part 2

UUuuhhhhggggg!!!
I just spent three hours on the phone and internet trying to update my new address for the move-
I was reminded just how much I HATE automated phone prompts.
They never work.
Why does every little thing take hours to accomplish?
Why can't moving be easier?
I know I'll love the new place...
But right now all I can do is RAGE!!!
Moving Sucks!