The Angry Man
Dumb as a sack of hammers,
He thinks he knows it all.
He knows enough to get him by,
But blames you if he falls.
He's careful but not confident.
He's never known a day,
When he was happy or content.
He never learned to play.
He blames all that upon his wife.
Lord knows she isn't perfect;
But he blames her for everything,
And says she is defect.
If things go wrong as things will do,
He blames her for it all.
He knows he didn't cause it,
So she must take the fall.
He complains most every day,
'Bout this, that or the other.
Life in general he can't take,
Seems breathing is a bother.
He blames her for their lot in life.
'Thout her he'd be rich.
It's all her fault, he knows it is,
She's such a stupid *****.
For years she's lived with naught but strife.
Not one good word he's spoken.
What would he do without his wife,
Without his little token?
He knows he really needs her.
'Thout her he'd be alone.
No one else would hang around,
And listen to him moan.
He needs her there for company,
To play his little game.
Without her he'd be all alone,
And then who would he blame?
Judy Ball
Some people wouldn't be happy if you peed in their cornflakes.
Copyright © Judy Ball | Year Posted 2011
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