At the End of the Day

There's nothing like it after a hard day's work To ge stuck in traffic behind some jerk He smiles in his mirror like he's having fun So I show him my finger because he's number one Now rush hour moves at such a horrible pace By the time I get home there's a beard on my face If this isn't enough to make you hot I arrive at home and can't find a parking spot So I park up the street and pick up a nail If swearing was a crime, I'd be in jail Then I walk down the street which was freshly tarred Our neighbor's dog did his duty in our back yard I finish my dinner and sit down for the night To watch TV and listen to the kids fight I look at the ceiling and softly say A prayer of thanksgiving at the end of the day.