Two Poems about the Chip on the Shoulder

A CHIP ON HIS SHOULDER
by Anonymous

He always has something to grumble about,
   Has the man with a chip on his shoulder;
The world to the dogs is going, no doubt,
   To the man with a chip on his shoulder;
The clouds are too dark, the sun is too bright.
No matter what happens, it is never right;
When peace is prevailing he is spoiling to fight,
   The man with a chip on his shoulder.


THE CHIP ON THE SHOULDER
by Arthur Guiterman (1871-1943)

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