It just isn’t fair
How others with flair
Can apparently know all there is.
’bout stack dumps
Or bilge pumps
To everyone they seem quite a whiz.
They know Vegas hotels
The best flower smells
And how to make millions in the market.
They can add two and two
Know the makeup of poo
And can take a limo and parallel park it.
Besides being smart
They have quite a heart
Worthy causes are quite their forte.
But they’ll never be
As rich as plain me
‘Cause I’ve got the best of life’s buffet
A roof o’er my head
A man in my bed
And plenty of food on the table
I’ve got a nice job
And don’t have to nob
No, this isn’t gonna be some kind of fable.
Just a quick inventory
Of my life’s glory
And things God has blessed me with.
My wonderful mister
Both of my sisters
(Though on them I can plead the fifth!)
My dear sweet old Mother
Who unlike some others
Though stubborn is smart as a whip
So while it may not be fair
That I can’t compare
In the beauty and talent compartment.
I’ll take what I’ve got
And be happy with this lot
‘Cause it’s pretty darned good if you ask me.
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